ATM

No I don't care about your face, I care bout rubber bands

I flood my wrist and then I flew out to Japan

Hit the ATM, I'm cashin' out, I spent a couple racks

Bad bitch, & she hella fuckin' classy

I can't fuck with rachet bitches, they get hella naggy

She sippin' clear, & do that dance and then get nasty

(Wassup, hey)

I been feeling great

(Wassup, hey)

My broda swing that K

Oh, uh

I've been going ghost, I'm on my own

Ain't no motion, you move slow

You move like a hoe, and you broke

I could give a fuck you is a joke

No I don't care about your face, I care bout rubber bands

I flood my wrist and then I flew out to Japan

Hit the ATM, I'm cashin' out, I spent a couple racks

Bad bitch, & she hella fuckin' classy

I can't fuck with rachet bitches, they get hella naggy

She sippin' clear, & do that dance and then get nasty

(Wassup, hey)

I been feeling great

(Wassup, hey)

My broda swing that K