SS. Banks
Lyrics
Bitches can't pay their rent
But I spent
Her rent on a bag
If I start talking bout money
Then bitches
Would say dat im bragging
Just say that you cap
And you ain't really having
Just say dat you ain't really
Bringing that bag in
You bitches the crew
And I'm really the captain
I got the cash
That would make shit happen
Beating shit up
Like I'm Michael
Bitches ain't even my rivals
Ain't from the country
But blow your shit up
With a rifle
Bitch I'm the one
Better give me my title
Bitches be hating
I'm really their idol
My nigga bitching
Like he on his cycle
You know ima flip it
You know I recycle
I'm really rich
Put that shit on the bible
Paper or plastic
I take the paper
You take the plastic
The money appearing like magic
If I pull up
Them bitches
Would run in a panic
They hearing my shit
Like Keezy a classic
I'm spending a bag
On some fabric
He say he hate
That I ain't romantic
I just like how he fuck
I ain't with the dramatics
I like when he fuck a lil faster
Pussy be wet like a natural disaster
Bitches be mad cause
I'm living their captions
I get all hitches just getting fractions
I'm gettin money
Like everyday pay day
Once I got it
I sell it in one day
Praise the lord
I ain't working on sundays
You ain't got it
But you'll get it someday
Bitches can't pay their rent
But I spent her rent on a bag
If I start talking bout money
Den bitches would say that im bragging
Just say that you cap
And you ain't really having
Just say that you ain't really
Bringing that bag in
You bitches the crew
And I'm really the captain
I got the cash that would make shit happen
Bitches can't pay their rent
But I spent
Her rent on a bag
If I start talking bout money
Then bitches
Would say dat im bragging
Just say that you cap
And you ain't really having
Just say dat you ain't really
Bringing that bag in
You bitches the crew
And I'm really the captain
I got the cash
That would make shit happen
Beating shit up
Like I'm Michael
Bitches ain't even my rivals
Ain't from the country
But blow your shit up
With a rifle
Bitch I'm the one
Better give me my title
Bitches be hating
I'm really their idol
My nigga bitching
Like he on his cycle
You know ima flip it
You know I recycle
I'm really rich
Put that shit on the bible
Paper or plastic
I take the paper
You take the plastic
The money appearing like magic
If I pull up
Them bitches
Would run in a panic
They hearing my shit
Like Keezy a classic
I'm spending a bag
On some fabric
He say he hate
That I ain't romantic
I just like how he fuck
I ain't with the dramatics
I like when he fuck a lil faster
Pussy be wet like a natural disaster
Bitches be mad cause
I'm living their captions
I get all hitches just getting fractions
I'm gettin money
Like everyday pay day
Once I got it
I sell it in one day
Praise the lord
I ain't working on sundays
You ain't got it
But you'll get it someday
Bitches can't pay their rent
But I spent her rent on a bag
If I start talking bout money
Den bitches would say that im bragging
Just say that you cap
And you ain't really having
Just say that you ain't really
Bringing that bag in
You bitches the crew
And I'm really the captain
I got the cash that would make shit happen
Writer(s): Kenya White
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
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