"Bank Account" lyrics
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Wake up every day and check my bank account
(DTdaKidd)
Yeah
(Beat those drums)
Yeah
First thing on my list of things to do is go and get paid
How I got three pistols on me and still don't feel safe?
I'ma pour a lot of liquor out when I go and visit Pif grave
You can see I'm in pain, baby, it's written all on my face
Damn, I wish I could grieve in peace, but a bunch of my bills is due this week
And my wife and kids need food to eat, so it's either you or me
Me and my old partners ain't so close, not like we used to be
'Cause I got no more use for them when I start to feel like they usin' me
Give a nigga cold shoulders how I wan' shoot the breeze
Niggas gettin' so focused on tryna rub it in that they loose the lead
I'm in it deeper than Scuba Steve, I let it help you cool your beans
Boy, I seen so much it startin' to sound like I got it off a movie screen
Boy, these niggas so pussy, need to get a pap smear and a NuvaRing
Gangster bitch wear the Uzi Pro around her neck like a fuckin' Cuban link
Money, power, respect, I ain't never buyin' into the foolery and fake jewelry
Niggas type about it online and never go and do a thing
Second I stop lovin' this, then it's time to quit, know it's time to switch
Called lil' homie with the switch, now he ain't comin' home 'til he ninety-six, devastatin'
Fingers crossed, hopin' he don't give a witness statement
They poked lil' homie in jail, turned a witness statement to a victim statement
I'm on the move like the minute hand, a bunch of killers in the minivan
So if it's up, it's up, they gon' come spin for me like a ceiling fan
Still hope I made my mama proud, still ridin' with the thumper out
Still get a little irritatin', niggas try to bargain my number down
I wake up every day and grab my phone, check my bank accounts
I got nothin' to complain about, but makin' more is all I ever think about
FN with the thirty-round magazine, yeah, the stick hangin' out
Nah, nigga, we ain't hangin' out, I'd rather use a toothbrush to paint a house
And 'fore I chill with you broke niggas, my role models was dope dealers
And I grew up to be a dope dealer, damn, go figure
My sons cannot say the same, though, fuck you think I'm in this game for?
Stashin' money for a rainy day, fuck an umbrella and a raincoat
I probably fucked her, never knew her name, I know it's a shame, so I call her Jane Doe
Only cuff her undercover like a narcotic cop wearin' plain clothes
If we talkin' 'bout money, then you know it's goin' down like Drano
Ain't checkin' in with nobody but the concierge, bitch, where I can't go?
I wake up every day and grab my phone, check my bank account
I got nothin' to complain about, but makin' more is all I ever think about
FN with the thirty-round magazine, yeah, the stick hangin' out
Nah, nigga, we ain't hangin' out, I'd rather use a toothbrush to paint a house
Long live Pif
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Wake up every day and check my bank account
(DTdaKidd)
Yeah
(Beat those drums)
Yeah
First thing on my list of things to do is go and get paid
How I got three pistols on me and still don't feel safe?
I'ma pour a lot of liquor out when I go and visit Pif grave
You can see I'm in pain, baby, it's written all on my face
Damn, I wish I could grieve in peace, but a bunch of my bills is due this week
And my wife and kids need food to eat, so it's either you or me
Me and my old partners ain't so close, not like we used to be
'Cause I got no more use for them when I start to feel like they usin' me
Give a nigga cold shoulders how I wan' shoot the breeze
Niggas gettin' so focused on tryna rub it in that they loose the lead
I'm in it deeper than Scuba Steve, I let it help you cool your beans
Boy, I seen so much it startin' to sound like I got it off a movie screen
Boy, these niggas so pussy, need to get a pap smear and a NuvaRing
Gangster bitch wear the Uzi Pro around her neck like a fuckin' Cuban link
Money, power, respect, I ain't never buyin' into the foolery and fake jewelry
Niggas type about it online and never go and do a thing
Second I stop lovin' this, then it's time to quit, know it's time to switch
Called lil' homie with the switch, now he ain't comin' home 'til he ninety-six, devastatin'
Fingers crossed, hopin' he don't give a witness statement
They poked lil' homie in jail, turned a witness statement to a victim statement
I'm on the move like the minute hand, a bunch of killers in the minivan
So if it's up, it's up, they gon' come spin for me like a ceiling fan
Still hope I made my mama proud, still ridin' with the thumper out
Still get a little irritatin', niggas try to bargain my number down
I wake up every day and grab my phone, check my bank accounts
I got nothin' to complain about, but makin' more is all I ever think about
FN with the thirty-round magazine, yeah, the stick hangin' out
Nah, nigga, we ain't hangin' out, I'd rather use a toothbrush to paint a house
And 'fore I chill with you broke niggas, my role models was dope dealers
And I grew up to be a dope dealer, damn, go figure
My sons cannot say the same, though, fuck you think I'm in this game for?
Stashin' money for a rainy day, fuck an umbrella and a raincoat
I probably fucked her, never knew her name, I know it's a shame, so I call her Jane Doe
Only cuff her undercover like a narcotic cop wearin' plain clothes
If we talkin' 'bout money, then you know it's goin' down like Drano
Ain't checkin' in with nobody but the concierge, bitch, where I can't go?
I wake up every day and grab my phone, check my bank account
I got nothin' to complain about, but makin' more is all I ever think about
FN with the thirty-round magazine, yeah, the stick hangin' out
Nah, nigga, we ain't hangin' out, I'd rather use a toothbrush to paint a house
Long live Pif
