Bankrupt lyrics

[Intro]
Man these b*tches ain't on sh*t
Man, I been popping, b*tch just check my resume

[Verse 1]
Hundred bands, times a hundred bands
Can you get it, ain't no running man
Keep a hundred rounds, we gon' get him
I ain't never gave a f*ck about no b*tch
Cause I'm bigger and I'm better
Keep a Smith & Wesson, we can do whatever, aye
You say you a boss, I know you a lame
And that n*gga ugly what the f*ck you saying?
You ain't getting money girl you need a plan
You a broke b*tch, always holding out your hand
I'm a real b*tch, I just be getting bands
Spend and get it back and I split it with my mans
That money in my hands put it right on your head
Ain't no loss, I'm a boss I can do this sh*t again, aye
f*ck a role we speak facts!
If a lame b*tch talking I won't even speak back
Keep that .45 all black, we strapped, we back
Pop up on 'em make a b*tch see that, aye

[Hook]
f*ck all them n*ggas we gon' f*ck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, b*tch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, aye!
[Verse 2]
Aye, I'm a real b*tch I can't fake sh*t
You a f*cking pus*y you don't say sh*t
You just figured it out, bruh, you late b*tch
You a broke b*tch you ain't got no bands to play with
Somewhere out in Cali do the dash in a spaceship
You somewhere in the crib looking mad cause you ain't sh*t

[Pre-Hook]
You ain't tough, big bank take little bank
b*tch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain't us

[Hook]
f*ck all them n*ggas we gon' f*ck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, b*tch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, aye
f*ck all them n*ggas we gon' f*ck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, b*tch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, aye

[Verse 3]
b*tch bands, bands, gon' f*ck up the dashboard
b*tches want problems we gon' give 'em what they ask for
That's what this cash for, I need that like a landlord
You b*tches half step, somebody please drop a bag on 'em
b*tch why you lying you ain't never got no cash ho
Ho you n*gga why you trying to act tough ain't no straps on you
b*tches turned their back, yeah its cool I just stacked on 'em
I was getting money way before I seen rap money
Them hoes hate together when that check end
But b*tch you more broke than your best friend
That chop right beside me like my best man
f*ck a wedding when it ring watch her head split
[Pre-Hook]
You ain't tough, big bank take little bank
b*tch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain't us
You ain't tough, big bank take little bank
b*tch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain't us

[Hook]
f*ck all them n*ggas we gon' f*ck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, b*tch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, aye
f*ck all them n*ggas we gon' f*ck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, b*tch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, aye

[Outro]
Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass
Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass