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