Bank Account

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Wake up every day and check my bank account (DTdaKidd) Yeah (Beat those drums) Yeah [Verse 1] 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 likе they usin' me Give a nigga cold shouldеrs 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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? [Chorus] 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 [Outro] Long live Pif