Account
Lyrics
Yeah
I don't think that they know me
Them boys ain't my homie, so bro do not bro me
Yeah, I'm going stupid, crazy, ayy
Check the account, too many commas
Can't read the ammount
Pockets fat, I got a big bag
I can't be seen in a drown
I'm serving out with my mans in a big Benz
Hundreds poking my Amiris and I rock Gucci
Know my designer be mismatch
My bitches gotta be bougie, this ho too ratchet
Tell that boy come get his bitch back
He stepping on toes, I'm stepping on necks
My necklace froze, I wanna a Patek
I think about money 'fore I think about sex
But it's all cool, I got bitches and checks
I got some cheddar, now I'm living better
You wouldn't believe what I make
Know I'm a youngin but move like a boss
So my momma, I swear to God, I think I'm grate
I drip like a ocean, he drip like a lake
That's why niggas not riding his wave
Told that bitch don't hit my line
I know she want suck my money, bitch, you can't get safe
If you sucking dick and for free, is okay
They been saying I'm broke, I'm just thinking away
I got a hundred racks up in the safe
Seven figures, that shit up in my bank
Go tell 'em fuck niggas
Check the account, too many commas
Can't read the ammount
Pockets fat, I got a big bag
I can't be seen in a drown
I'm serving out with my mans in a big Benz
Hundreds poking my Amiris and I rock Gucci
Know my designer be mismatch
My bitches gotta be bougie, this ho too ratchet
Tell that boy come get his bitch back
I got a groupie, she lovin' the coco
She play with her nose on the scene
I might go and fuck and put check on this ho
I don't wanna see no receipt
Animals crew just spent racks on the mink
Ride for my brothers, my love it ain't cheap
Slide for my brothers, we love them [?]
Flow got a demon inside, he don't speak
My brothers robbers and shottas
They don't feel remorse
And if they spot him, they got him
Turn him to a corpse
I fiend for a check, it's some chains on my neck
Bitch, you know that my favorite hobby is to flex
YSN coming up, bitch, we up next
Lately I feel like [?] is the best
Check the account, too many commas
Can't read the ammount
Pockets fat, I got a big bag
I can't be seen in a drown
I'm serving out with my mans in a big Benz
Hundreds poking my Amiris and I rock Gucci
Know my designer be mismatch
My bitches gotta be bougie, this ho too ratchet
Tell that boy come get his bitch back
Check the account, too many commas
Can't read the ammount
Pockets fat, I got a big bag
I can't be seen in a drown
I'm serving out with my mans in a big Benz
Hundreds poking my Amiris and I rock Gucci
Know my designer be mismatch
My bitches gotta be bougie, this ho too ratchet
Tell that boy come get his bitch back
Writer(s): Pocol Alexandru, YSN Flow, YSN Jayo
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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