Gangster of the Galaxy - Bank Account

Fat ass bank account
Never gonnna put me out
No Drout
I be
I always re-up
For the bank roll
Show your thanks hoe
I'm your god
All in swank how
Rob the bank hoe
With the squad

You balling on a budget (you broke)
So much money
I don't think nothing of it
Huseling
Nothing above it
Bustin stay flexing
Big weight hustling
Im impressed
Haters hate
First come
First serve
Scoop you in the coup
No show
Then i swerve (skurr)
I put the gold up on my wrist
My wrist is dipped
Baptist
Frozen wrist
Eternal bliss
Rolex stay dripping
Cross it off my list
Arosen omen
Grow zen
Induce arenalin
Like a habitual trend

Fat ass bank account
Never gonnna put me out
No Drout
I be
I always re-up
For the bank roll
Show your thanks hoe
I'm your god
All in swank how
Rob the bank hoe
With the squad

Draco got that activist fountain
Lost my mind Danny phantom
Smoke gas
Ghost enchant them
Dank to the bank
No accountant
Count mullah
Halleluja
Sauce on my wrist
Im a boss
You a bitch
Fill my ampulla

Call me peru
The trap guru
Pursue my view
Sick raps give you the flu
Beats hit you
Black and blue
Your bitch i purloin
Make her purr
She ain't going no where
I give her the mink
She give me the pink
She wants to ink my name on her skin
I run up in her mouth
She go and tell her friends

Well she cant keep a secret
We have to get rid of her

Written by:
Octavio Norena

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