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No Bank Account Video (MV)




Performed By: Dirty O
Language: English
Length: 2:54
Written by: Durell Westbrook




Dirty O - No Bank Account Lyrics
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Dirty O 4th 2 North
The Butcher Big BSF
A Day Outside The Office Nigga
Im from the streets but I made it out
Rest in peace to the homies who ain't make it out
We came a long way from trapping at our momma house
I had a hunnit bands before I had a bank account (Lets talk about it)
Im from the streets but I made it out (Yeah)
Rest in peace to the homies who ain't make it out
We came a long way from trapping at our momma house (The butcher coming nigga)
I had a hunnit bands before I had a bank account
This for the niggas with money under the mattress
50s tucked in the attic and hunnits stuffed in the cabinet (Ah)
Im bout to buy a house that I can comfortably stash in (Nigga)
You had to touch a hunnit racks just to jump in these brackets (Talk about it)
Be careful with a ounce (Ounce) and sold heroin in droughts (Droughts)
Cashing zip locks before my bank of America account (Facts)
I set that trap up with crack up had felons in and out
Just for back up I stashed the double barrel in the couch (Nigga)
Had a nigga skin itching just from weighing P's (Weighing p's)
Then we moved on from that just to play with keys (Blocks)
All that drug dealing shit yall on make believe
House full of mini rubber bands like I'm braiding weave (Lets go)
Im from the streets but I made it out
Rest in peace to the homies who ain't make it out
We came a long way from trapping at our momma house
I had a hunnit bands before I had a bank account
Im from the streets but I made it out
Rest in peace to the homies who ain't make it out
We came a long way from trapping at our momma house
I had a hunnit bands before I had a bank account
Like Ronnie off of Menace fell in love with the Kane (Damn)
My first lick was 13 fell in love with the game (Thats facts)
So not only did I pump rock
I had a wicked jump shot (Jordan)
Trap house protecting that white girl like sun block (Whoa)
Now its rhythm in my profit like Pharell made it (Grinding)
We the reason them cops picking up the shell cases (Lets go)
Getting white people chicken you see the place faces (You see em)
All I weigh up is white nigga my scale racist (Damn)
Moving packs off of Whitney got that Bobby Brown (That bobby brown)
I was inside a cell before a cap n gown (Cap n gown)
Red beam over green slowing traffic down (Lets go)
Im on my way to the bank thats why im laughing now (Ha ha ha ha)
Im from the streets but I made it out
Rest in peace to the homies who ain't make it out
We came a long way from trapping at our momma house
I had a hunnit bands before I had a bank account
Im from the streets but I made it out
Rest in peace to the homies who ain't make it out
We came a long way from trapping at our momma house
I had a hunnit bands before I had a bank account
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Dirty O 4th 2 North
The Butcher Big BSF
A Day Outside The Office Nigga
Im from the streets but I made it out
Rest in peace to the homies who ain't make it out
We came a long way from trapping at our momma house
I had a hunnit bands before I had a bank account (Lets talk about it)
Im from the streets but I made it out (Yeah)
Rest in peace to the homies who ain't make it out
We came a long way from trapping at our momma house (The butcher coming nigga)
I had a hunnit bands before I had a bank account
This for the niggas with money under the mattress
50s tucked in the attic and hunnits stuffed in the cabinet (Ah)
Im bout to buy a house that I can comfortably stash in (Nigga)
You had to touch a hunnit racks just to jump in these brackets (Talk about it)
Be careful with a ounce (Ounce) and sold heroin in droughts (Droughts)
Cashing zip locks before my bank of America account (Facts)
I set that trap up with crack up had felons in and out
Just for back up I stashed the double barrel in the couch (Nigga)
Had a nigga skin itching just from weighing P's (Weighing p's)
Then we moved on from that just to play with keys (Blocks)
All that drug dealing shit yall on make believe
House full of mini rubber bands like I'm braiding weave (Lets go)
Im from the streets but I made it out
Rest in peace to the homies who ain't make it out
We came a long way from trapping at our momma house
I had a hunnit bands before I had a bank account
Im from the streets but I made it out
Rest in peace to the homies who ain't make it out
We came a long way from trapping at our momma house
I had a hunnit bands before I had a bank account
Like Ronnie off of Menace fell in love with the Kane (Damn)
My first lick was 13 fell in love with the game (Thats facts)
So not only did I pump rock
I had a wicked jump shot (Jordan)
Trap house protecting that white girl like sun block (Whoa)
Now its rhythm in my profit like Pharell made it (Grinding)
We the reason them cops picking up the shell cases (Lets go)
Getting white people chicken you see the place faces (You see em)
All I weigh up is white nigga my scale racist (Damn)
Moving packs off of Whitney got that Bobby Brown (That bobby brown)
I was inside a cell before a cap n gown (Cap n gown)
Red beam over green slowing traffic down (Lets go)
Im on my way to the bank thats why im laughing now (Ha ha ha ha)
Im from the streets but I made it out
Rest in peace to the homies who ain't make it out
We came a long way from trapping at our momma house
I had a hunnit bands before I had a bank account
Im from the streets but I made it out
Rest in peace to the homies who ain't make it out
We came a long way from trapping at our momma house
I had a hunnit bands before I had a bank account
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Writer: Durell Westbrook
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