Break The Bank

(yeah, Eyesaac, what up) yeah
I got, like, motherfuckin'
Six hundred on my wrist and
'bout two-seventy on my neck (Drama)
Yeah, let's get it
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)

Let this bitch hold my Bentley
I ain't seen it in months
I've been drippin' sauce lately
They've been eatin' it up
One point two, spend two hundred
We gon' even it up
Send 'em through, get them birdies
We gon' season em up, hey
Break the bank, nigga gon' break the bank
New Fеrrari on the strip, they said we can't
Brеak the bank, nigga gon' break the bank
VVSs drippin' off me like a sink

I be in the trenches, all my ice on, yeah
All these pointers, we don't
Need the lights on, yeah
I can't trust these niggas
'cause they pythons, yeah
Any time you see me, got that pipe on, yeah
Ooh i'm so rich, ain't got no safe
All these niggas know we don't play
Smoke that boy, he in my way
You don't hussle, don't get no play
Doin' a backflip off the yacht
Fuckin' 'em up while MIA
I give a fuck about who you shot
Niggas'll put your head on a plate
Niggas'll put your brain on the curb
I give them with the word
Niggas ain't got me chopped and screwed
Sippin' and serve
Excuse me, bitch, don't mean to be rude
But I gotta curve got some work
I'm makin' them moves and I got a perp
Big bank shawty, I got 40 on my hip
Forty in my pockets at the 4040 lit (We lit)
I stay in my lane on some Tory, Tory shit
I got foreigns I can't
Locate 'cause I'm really, really rich

Let this bitch hold my Bentley
I ain't seen it in months
I've been drippin' sauce lately
They've been eatin' it up
One point two, spend two hundred
We gon' even it up
Send 'em through, get them birdies
We gon' season 'em up, hey
Break the bank, nigga gon' break the bank
New Ferrari on the strip, they said we can't
Break the bank, nigga gon' break the bank
VVSs drippin' off me like a sink

Bring them racks out
I'm gon' bring that pack out
Diamonds always hittin'
(One, two) , hit like Pacquiao
Got choppas on the east, on the west
I bring that MAC out
Told her call me street 'cause I
Got lights that never black out
Thirty on me with a duffle bag
With like two chains like 2 Chainz
If I save your number on this trap phone
I use context, I don't do names
Fuck nigga, I'm still trappin'
Thumbin' through all these blue thangs
I be wantin' to go back lowkey
But that lowkey shit don't feel the same
Trappin' out a foreign, got backend money
You still gettin' fronted, I graduated
Assault rifle with a hundred
Every charge I get come with aggravated
(Uh, huh) i jumped out runnin' sprints
After that stretch (Uh, huh)
Scooped yo bitch up in a
Lamb' and got her wet
You niggas only lit 'cause you
Got a rap check
You hot-ass niggas need to go
Get a rat check, ayy
Meek be in the hood
Ain't get a chain snatched yet
If a ring missin', we gon' ring
Your block with fifty TECs, nigga

Let this bitch hold my Bentley
I ain't seen it in months
I've been drippin' sauce lately
They've been eatin' it up
One point two, spend two hundred
We gon' even it up
Send 'em through, get them birdies
We gon' season 'em up, hey
Break the bank, nigga gon' break the bank
New Ferrari on the strip, they said we can't
Break the bank, nigga gon' break the bank
VVSs drippin' off me like a sink