Bankrupt

Man these bitches ain't on shit Man, I been popping, bitch just check my resume (League Of Starz) 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 fuck about no bitch 'Cause I'm bigger and I'm better Keep a Smith & Wesson, we can do whatever, ayy You say you a boss, I know you a lame And that nigga ugly, what the fuck you saying? You ain't getting money girl, you need a plan You a broke bitch, always holding out your hand I'm a real bitch, 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 shit again, ayy Fuck a role, we speak facts If a lame bitch talking I won't even speak back Keep that .45 all black, we strapped, we back Pop up on 'em make a bitch see that, ayy Fuck all them niggas, we gon' fuck up this cash I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy Ayy, I'm a real bitch I can't fake shit You a fucking pussy you don't say shit You just figured it out, bruh, you late bitch You a broke bitch 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 shit You ain't tough, big bank take little bank Bitch, you bankrupt All them hoes losing but they ain't us Fuck all them niggas, we gon' fuck up this cash I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab Still living with your mama, you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab Still living with your mama, you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy Bitch bands, bands, gon' fuck up the dashboard Bitches want problems, we gon' give 'em what they ask for That's what this cash for, I need that like a landlord You bitches half step, somebody please drop a bag on 'em Bitch why you lying?, you ain't never got no cash hoe Hoe, you nigga why you trying to act tough?, ain't no straps on you Bitches turned their back, yeah it's 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 bitch you more broke than your best friend That chop right beside me like my best man Fuck a wedding when it ring watch her head split You ain't tough, big bank take little bank Bitch you bankrupt All them hoes losing but they ain't us You ain't tough, big bank take little bank Bitch you bankrupt All them hoes losing but they ain't us Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab Still living with your mama, you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy Still living with your mama, you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy Still living with your mama, you ain't hopped off your ass