cuban doll - bankrupt lyrics
[intro]
man these b-tches ain’t on sh-t
man, i been popping, b-tch just check my resume
[verse 1]
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 f-ck about no b-tch
cause i’m bigger and i’m better
keep a smith & wesson, we can do whatever, aye
you say you a boss, i know you a lame
and that n-gg- ugly what the f-ck you saying?
you ain’t getting money girl you need a plan
you a broke b-tch, always holding out your hand
i’m a real b-tch, 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 sh-t again, aye
f-ck a role we speak facts!
if a lame b-tch talking i won’t even speak back
keep that .45 all black, we strapped, we back
pop up on ’em make a b-tch see that, aye
[hook]
f-ck all them n-gg-s we gon’ f-ck up this cash
i hopped out my feelings and i hopped in my bag
hopped in a foreign, b-tch you hopped in a cab
still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your -ss, aye!
[verse 2]
aye, i’m a real b-tch i can’t fake sh-t
you a f-cking p-ssy you don’t say sh-t
you just figured it out, bruh, you late b-tch
you a broke b-tch you ain’t got no bands to play with
somewhere out in cali do the dash in a sp-ceship
you somewhere in the crib looking mad cause you ain’t sh-t
[pre-hook]
you ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
b-tch you bankrupt
all them hoes losing but they ain’t us
[hook]
f-ck all them n-gg-s we gon’ f-ck up this cash
i hopped out my feelings and i hopped in my bag
hopped in a foreign, b-tch you hopped in a cab
still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your -ss, aye
f-ck all them n-gg-s we gon’ f-ck up this cash
i hopped out my feelings and i hopped in my bag
hopped in a foreign, b-tch you hopped in a cab
still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your -ss, aye
[verse 3]
b-tch bands, bands, gon’ f-ck up the dashboard
b-tches want problems we gon’ give ’em what they ask for
that’s what this cash for, i need that like a landlord
you b-tches half step, somebody please drop a bag on ’em
b-tch why you lying you ain’t never got no cash ho
ho you n-gg- why you trying to act tough ain’t no straps on you
b-tches turned their back, yeah its 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 b-tch you more broke than your best friend
that chop right beside me like my best man
f-ck a wedding when it ring watch her head split
[pre-hook]
you ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
b-tch you bankrupt
all them hoes losing but they ain’t us
you ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
b-tch you bankrupt
all them hoes losing but they ain’t us
[hook]
f-ck all them n-gg-s we gon’ f-ck up this cash
i hopped out my feelings and i hopped in my bag
hopped in a foreign, b-tch you hopped in a cab
still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your -ss, aye
f-ck all them n-gg-s we gon’ f-ck up this cash
i hopped out my feelings and i hopped in my bag
hopped in a foreign, b-tch you hopped in a cab
still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your -ss, aye
[outro]
still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your -ss
still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your -ss
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