F*ck PNC Bank

Alright
 Go'n get it
 Woo woo, yeah
 Man, it's somethin' 'bout this mic
 I like how my voice be soundin'
 I said mic, not molly
 You dig, hold up, I'm recordin' (Hey), don't hang up
 And I'm sober as fuck
 Gucci, Louis, Fendi, bitch, I'm all about a bag
 I just spent 16 hundred dollars on a bag, ayy
 Got a 40 Glock with a beam, extended mag, ayy
 It don't got a beam but it still get on your ass, ayy
 Fuckin' with Young Nigga World
 Them boys gon' bust your ass, uh
 PNC got me fucked up, they talkin' 'bout add, ayy
 I told her I want 20 thousand cash, huh
 PNC said, "Hell nah, kiss my ass," oh
 Uh, yeah yeah, uh uh, yeah yeah
 Oh oh, yeah yeah, all I want is cash, yeah
 Oh oh, yeah yeah, all to pop a bag
 I spent 16 hundred on a pack
 Now I gotta hit the bank every single day (I'm tired)
 YNW, I'm talkin' 'bout Young Nigga Way
 Have you ever seen a hundred round on SK? (Never)
 Have you ever seen two freaky bitches goin' gay? ('Cause I did)
 Have you ever seen a nigga whip up the yay? (No)
 I'ma tell you now, you never seen it, you copy (Copper)
 I'ma tell you now, you never post in the trap (The trap)
 I'ma keep it real 'til the day I collapse
 'Til my heart drop to my stomach, I'ma keep spazzin'
 I'm a young rich nigga, Maserati and an Aston
 I want 'em, I want 'em
 Uh, fuck, damn, I don't really like this Maserati truck
 I want a Lambo with 18 passenger seats
 Your main bitch say she wanna suck a young nigga's meat
 It's Melly, baby, and your bitch tryna swallow my skeet
 Ooh, ooh, nigga sweet like Reese's Pieces
 Gucci, Louis, Fendi, bitch, I'm all about a bag
 I just spent 16 hundred dollars on a bag, ayy
 Got a 40 Glock with a beam, extended mag, ayy
 It don't got a beam but it still get on your ass, ayy
 Fuckin' with Young Nigga World, them boys gon' bust your ass, uh
 PNC got me fucked up, they talkin' 'bout add, ayy
 I told her I want 20 thousand cash, huh
 PNC said, "Hell nah, kiss my ass"
 Uh, yeah yeah, uh uh, yeah yeah
 Oh oh, yeah yeah, all I want is cash, yeah
 Oh oh, yeah yeah, all to pop a bag
 I spent 16 hundred on a pack
 I say wash that dirty money with me
 I say won't you bome and wash that dirty money with me
 Oh yeah yeah, count them dirty hundreds with me
 Oh yeah yeah, count them dirty hundreds with me
 Oh yeah yeah, walk through the bank like bitch kiss my ass
 Walk through the bank and I popped a price tag
 Swipe the credit card in the middle of the store
 I'm important to Gucci, been to too many times before
 Racks on me
 What am I gon' do with all these racks on me?
 What am I gon' do with all these racks on me?
 What am I gon' do with all these racks on me? Ayy
 Go and get the money
 Fuck it up and get them bommas, baby
 Go and get the money
 Fuck it up and get them bommas, baby, oh
 Go and get them bommas, ayy
 Go and get them bommas
 You could fuck the banker's mama, yeah
 Gucci, Louis, Fendi, bitch, I'm all about a bag
 I just spent 16 hundred dollars on a bag, ayy
 Got a 40 Glock with a beam, extended mag, ayy
 It don't got a beam but it still get on your ass, ayy
 Fuckin' with Young Nigga World
 Them boys gon' bust your ass, uh
 PNC got me fucked up, they talkin' 'bout add, ayy
 I told her I want 20 thousand cash, huh
 PNC said, "Hell nah, kiss my ass"
 Uh, yeah yeah, uh uh, yeah yeah
 Oh oh, yeah yeah, all I want is cash, yeah
 Oh oh, yeah yeah, all to pop a bag
 I spent 16 hundred on a pack