Broke the bank I hit a lick I broke the bank
I was grown with no ID they know my name
Broke the bank I hit a lick I broke the bank
Judging by your Cubans we are not the same
Broke the bank I hit a lick I broke the bank
Hustler turned rapper shit I know my lane
Broke the bank I hit a lick I broke the bank
When they see me coming they just crack the safe
Six packs two Cuban links three solid ropes and a Franco
Switched it up remodeled nigga
My gas run where the safe go presidential my wrist nigga
And I’m presidential with my bitch chandelier on my pinky ring
And my dick shine when I piss cocky they don’t like it
But I bet you they can’t stop it
Bet a hunnid thousand the discussion of the topic
It’s pac man and his whole crew they be living life
But they be thuggin reckless self made
And they self paid let em demonstrate you don’t get the message
Broke the bank but that’s not a reason for you fuck niggas to be jealous
Gang of times I’m dead broke cut 30 rocks for that seven
Lot of shit sound cliche but I held it down
For the sweepstakes so it’s bad bitches
And rare steaks in these fly sweets where we stay
Broke the bank I hit a lick I broke the bank
I was grown with no ID they know my name
Broke the bank I hit a lick I broke the bank
Judging by your Cubans we are not the same
Broke the bank I hit a lick I broke the bank
Hustler turned rapper shit I know my lane
Broke the bank I hit a lick I broke the bank
When they see me coming they just crack the safe
Yeah, and these niggas they know how we coming
I just told lil bro we ain’t worried about nothing
You know that I’m trippin we getting this money it’s 10’s 20’s 50’s and 100’s
Known for gunnin still rolls Royce trucking
I was raised by the wolves
My niggas stay huntin
I hop out that bitch and I shoot till there’s nothing
That Superman not with that saving and cuffin
These hoes need like 1 to 7 more 0’s
Put a green beam to his nose he froze
Nigga I been running up a check so long
With some yg besos on my toes
Put the blacks on then ah nigga getting dommed
How I’m living and rapping don’t tell me I’m wrong
Missing my niggas in the sky that’s gone
I’ma ball for my niggas who ain’t make it home
Who you niggas think y’all fooling
All my niggas shooter they ruthless do shit
Said she dead ain’t shoot shit
Come through with choppahs we truckin trynna move shit
Don’t need ID up at my bank
I walk right in they know my name
That’s on my gang for my niggas gone
You know I pour out drank
Broke the bank I hit a lick I broke the bank
I was grown with no ID they know my name
Broke the bank I hit a lick I broke the bank
Judging by your Cubans we are not the same
Broke the bank I hit a lick I broke the bank
Hustler turned rapper shit I know my lane
Broke the bank I hit a lick I broke the bank
When they see me coming they just crack the safe
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