Lyrics
(DK, you ain't cookin' up)
It's a scam happening all over the country that could become a big problem
Account takeover fraud
It steals your money and all you can do is sit back and watch it happen
Send the wire out, I'm finna tell her ass to walk in
MSRs and blank checks on me when I walk in
You tryna put that money on the floor? We can talk then
My partner from the A and he don't scam, he still call me twin
Wake up early morning, hit up Wells and grab a backend
My country play just say he on the way, I'm finna tax him
I got Diors on my feet while I'm rockin' Filthy Fashion
Caught a flight with them checks, you can call me Frank Ab's twin
**** mad 'cause I ain't put 'em on, be mad then
I'm switchin' five thousand to my partner, go wrap shit
He keep fuckin' up the bag, so I put on my side bitch
Walk inside of Louis, then I step out on fly shit
Doin' claims in BOA, I'm finna call the fraud department
7K went instant, I'm dunkin' shit like LaMarcus Aldridge
Pullin' wire fraud, I guess I'm a hidden bank robber
She hit the road with a hundred and drove it like it ain't nothin'
They all want the sauce from me, I woke up with my phone jumpin'
Told the guard I'ma be impatient 'til that box come in
Real exotic 'bows in the trap got the spot jumpin'
I don't need to call around, boy, I really got money
**** always snitch when pullin' fraud, so keep that shit safe
Them checks like glass, boy, we really got them bitches this way
Drop a check and pull up to BOA, I need everything
Twenty-two thousand on that claim, I ball like Desmond Bane
Send the wire out, I'm finna tell her ass to walk in
MSRs and blank checks on me when I walk in
You tryna put that money on the floor? We can talk then
My partner from the A and he don't scam, he still call me twin
Wake up early morning, hit up Wells and grab a backend
My country play just say he on the way, I'm finna tax him
I got Diors on my feet while I'm rockin' Filthy Fashion
Caught a flight with them checks, you can call me Frank Ab's twin (Yung Sak Runner)
I don't know shit about scams, so I'm callin' $cams
I done sold a hundred-some 'bows, that's why they call em Gramz
When I was fucked up out here, I couldn't call you, damn
My **** out here doin' logs-in, I'ma tap you in
Savage say it's bands on the floor, ****, tap me in
I'm plugged in, give me five hundred for a CPN
He got the sauce, he ain't tryna help you, that ain't really your mans
You the type of **** backdoor your friends
Tapped in with my scam friends, made a hundred bands
This **** $cam ain't pick up, so I'm callin' Dez
Police-ass ****, you the type of **** call 12
I'm 'bout to drop a mixtape, I'm finna call Rell
This **** wasn't talkin' 'bout money, so the call failed
He talkin' 'bout he need some quick bands, he tired of takin' L's
Written by: BTB Savage
