(Yeah)
Back to the bank ima make a deposit
Money be my faith so I pray to my wallet
Niggas see me winning oh he mad Oh he plotting
Laugh at them niggas while I'm stuffing my pockets
Niggas hating on me I don't give a f*ck, so what
Broke boy he still beg his mama for a buck
Decoy say he in the streets but he not
Brought that heat boy, make that nigga run right out his socks
Back to the bank ima make a deposit
Money be my faith so I pray to my wallet
Three to the face daily basis, often, all these people tell me I'm gon end up in a coffin
F*ck it ima keep on smoking on this pack I got it's toxic
You smoke mid you smoke bum I smoke runtz I be coughin'
Drugs ease my brain and my soul keep em' comin'
I could never cope right so perky's what I'm poppin'
Right now I got the perfect itch
Sippin' on that lean now I'm sleep with the perfect bitch
Turned out to be a dream I was really with a demon bitch
I can't go back I can't condone that
Back to the bank ima make a deposit
Money be my faith so I pray to my wallet
Niggas see me winning oh he mad Oh he plotting
Laugh at them niggas while I'm stuffing my pockets
Niggas hating on me I don't give a f*ck, so what
Broke boy he still beg his mama for a buck
Decoy say he in the streets, but he not
Brought that heat boy, make that nigga run right out his socks
After this I'm bout to hit a lick
Play a game of tag, run him down and my glocky it
Still look pretty when I'm shootin'
Rob that nigga take his bitch
Dolo mean alone, but I know niggas who a pull that trig
F*ck it bitch ain't catchin' no feelings, but I'll catch a case
Nigga steppin outta line Bet we put you in your place
No I never waste my time, I don't sleep I paper chase
Poppin' pills every night, ain't no sleep until we make it
Back to the bank ima make a deposit
Money be my faith so I pray to my wallet
Niggas see me winning oh he mad Oh he plotting
Laugh at them niggas while I'm stuffing my pockets
Niggas hating on me I don't give a f*ck, so what
Broke boy he still beg his mama for a buck
Decoy say he in the streets but he not
Brought that heat boy, make that nigga run right out his socks
Back to the bank ima make a deposit
Money be my faith so I pray to my wallet
Niggas see me winning oh he mad? Oh he plotting?
Laugh at them niggas while I'm stuffing my stuffing my pockets
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(Yeah)
Back to the bank ima make a deposit
Money be my faith so I pray to my wallet
Niggas see me winning oh he mad Oh he plotting
Laugh at them niggas while I'm stuffing my pockets
Niggas hating on me I don't give a f*ck, so what
Broke boy he still beg his mama for a buck
Decoy say he in the streets but he not
Brought that heat boy, make that nigga run right out his socks
Back to the bank ima make a deposit
Money be my faith so I pray to my wallet
Three to the face daily basis, often, all these people tell me I'm gon end up in a coffin
F*ck it ima keep on smoking on this pack I got it's toxic
You smoke mid you smoke bum I smoke runtz I be coughin'
Drugs ease my brain and my soul keep em' comin'
I could never cope right so perky's what I'm poppin'
Right now I got the perfect itch
Sippin' on that lean now I'm sleep with the perfect bitch
Turned out to be a dream I was really with a demon bitch
I can't go back I can't condone that
Back to the bank ima make a deposit
Money be my faith so I pray to my wallet
Niggas see me winning oh he mad Oh he plotting
Laugh at them niggas while I'm stuffing my pockets
Niggas hating on me I don't give a f*ck, so what
Broke boy he still beg his mama for a buck
Decoy say he in the streets, but he not
Brought that heat boy, make that nigga run right out his socks
After this I'm bout to hit a lick
Play a game of tag, run him down and my glocky it
Still look pretty when I'm shootin'
Rob that nigga take his bitch
Dolo mean alone, but I know niggas who a pull that trig
F*ck it bitch ain't catchin' no feelings, but I'll catch a case
Nigga steppin outta line Bet we put you in your place
No I never waste my time, I don't sleep I paper chase
Poppin' pills every night, ain't no sleep until we make it
Back to the bank ima make a deposit
Money be my faith so I pray to my wallet
Niggas see me winning oh he mad Oh he plotting
Laugh at them niggas while I'm stuffing my pockets
Niggas hating on me I don't give a f*ck, so what
Broke boy he still beg his mama for a buck
Decoy say he in the streets but he not
Brought that heat boy, make that nigga run right out his socks
Back to the bank ima make a deposit
Money be my faith so I pray to my wallet
Niggas see me winning oh he mad? Oh he plotting?
Laugh at them niggas while I'm stuffing my stuffing my pockets
Back to the bank ima make a deposit
Money be my faith so I pray to my wallet
Niggas see me winning oh he mad Oh he plotting
Laugh at them niggas while I'm stuffing my pockets
Niggas hating on me I don't give a f*ck, so what
Broke boy he still beg his mama for a buck
Decoy say he in the streets but he not
Brought that heat boy, make that nigga run right out his socks
Back to the bank ima make a deposit
Money be my faith so I pray to my wallet
Three to the face daily basis, often, all these people tell me I'm gon end up in a coffin
F*ck it ima keep on smoking on this pack I got it's toxic
You smoke mid you smoke bum I smoke runtz I be coughin'
Drugs ease my brain and my soul keep em' comin'
I could never cope right so perky's what I'm poppin'
Right now I got the perfect itch
Sippin' on that lean now I'm sleep with the perfect bitch
Turned out to be a dream I was really with a demon bitch
I can't go back I can't condone that
Back to the bank ima make a deposit
Money be my faith so I pray to my wallet
Niggas see me winning oh he mad Oh he plotting
Laugh at them niggas while I'm stuffing my pockets
Niggas hating on me I don't give a f*ck, so what
Broke boy he still beg his mama for a buck
Decoy say he in the streets, but he not
Brought that heat boy, make that nigga run right out his socks
After this I'm bout to hit a lick
Play a game of tag, run him down and my glocky it
Still look pretty when I'm shootin'
Rob that nigga take his bitch
Dolo mean alone, but I know niggas who a pull that trig
F*ck it bitch ain't catchin' no feelings, but I'll catch a case
Nigga steppin outta line Bet we put you in your place
No I never waste my time, I don't sleep I paper chase
Poppin' pills every night, ain't no sleep until we make it
Back to the bank ima make a deposit
Money be my faith so I pray to my wallet
Niggas see me winning oh he mad Oh he plotting
Laugh at them niggas while I'm stuffing my pockets
Niggas hating on me I don't give a f*ck, so what
Broke boy he still beg his mama for a buck
Decoy say he in the streets but he not
Brought that heat boy, make that nigga run right out his socks
Back to the bank ima make a deposit
Money be my faith so I pray to my wallet
Niggas see me winning oh he mad? Oh he plotting?
Laugh at them niggas while I'm stuffing my stuffing my pockets
Writer: LUCAS A JOHNSON, MATHIAS THALHOFER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid