ATM lyrics

[Chorus]
If Cardi B tried to drug me in a hotel room, I would've shot that b*tch right in her face
I know how to trap, so I ain’t gotta take
All these bags in the room, gotta clear out some space
All these hoes on my di*k, they begging to f*ck
All this clientele callin' my phone for some loud
This sh*t gone when you get here, so buy this sh*t now
It's a drought, so the ticket, it cannot come down
Lil’ b*tch from Oakland in love with my sound
After this song I'ma go di*k her down
I made more a juug than I made from a verse
I made more from a play than I made from a show
I made more from the swipes than I made from a stream
Count a 50 for lunch everyday, that routine
I had swiping so much I had stop selling green
I had woke up and walked up in Target with 2 different plastics
I hit for a TV a MacBook and several gadgets
Yeah, I pulled to Publix and empty they ATM
Pulled up at Kroger and empty they ATM
Pulled up at BOA and empty they ATM

[Verse]
Pulled up to SunTrust and started a new account
Just for a business and merch, I'ma burn it out
You n*ggas probably don't know what I'm talkin 'bout
I'm finna fill up a PayPal with large amounts
Finessin' at Barneys, I’m coppin’ designer
My b*tch, she was faithful, I bought her designer
She got plugs who do hair so she flew out to China
She make her own wigs and that sh*t look professional
I rather get bags then go buy me a sectional
She gone kill for my di*k, she got fatal obsessions
Her plastic went bad and that sh*t was depressing
These n*ggas hate that I'm getting them racks
So its a no-brainer, I’m keeping a weapon
I just heard that Nipsey got shot while I'm making this song
I just pray that the n*gga get better
You gotta be smart when you servin' the trap
You gotta play chess, you cannot play checkers
Make sure you go get some sticks cause these n*ggas be dirty
You know that these n*ggas be jealous
Louboutins on my feet, they just dropped, yeah, the runners
I'm probably gon’ drop my new tape near the summer
I feel like Bin Laden, I feel like Osama
My wrist got them carrots, I feel like I'm Robin
[Chorus]
If Cardi B tried to drug me in a hotel room, I would've shot that b*tch right in her face
I know how to trap, so I ain't gotta take
All these bags in the room, gotta clear out some space
All these hoes on my di*k, they begging to f*ck
All this clientele callin' my phone for some loud
This sh*t gone when you get here, so buy this sh*t now
It's a drought, so the ticket, it cannot come down
Lil' b*tch from Oakland in love with my sound
After this song I'ma go di*k her down
I made more a juug than I made from a verse
I made more from a play than I made from a show
I made more from the swipes than I made from a stream
Count a 50 for lunch everyday, that routine
I had swiping so much I had stop selling green
I had woke up and walked up in Target with 2 different plastics
I hit for a TV a MacBook and several gadgets
Yeah, I pulled to Publix and empty they ATM
Pulled up at Kroger and empty they ATM
Pulled up at BOA and empty they ATM