cuban doll - bankrupt (remix) lyrics
[verse 1: cuban doll]
hunnid bands, times a hunnid 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-gga 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 hand put it right on your head
ain’t no loss, i’m a boss i can do that sh-t again, ayy
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
[chorus: cuban doll]
f-ck all them n-ggas 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, ayy
[verse 2: cuban doll]
i’m a real b-tch i can’t fake sh-t
you a f-cking p-ssy you don’t shake 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
you ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
b-tch you bankrupt
all them hoes losing but they ain’t us
[chorus: cuban doll]
f-ck all them n-ggas 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, ayy
f-ck all them n-ggas 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, ayy
[verse 3: lil yachty]
all these mad rappers dirty, and i keep a .30
spent long nights ridin’ low and dirty, now my coupe will spray you
223 c-ckin’, get to jerkin’ have them n-ggas swervin’
n-ggas servin’, b-tches drinkin’ bourbon, i remember back when hoes was curvin’
now i f-ck hoes when i wanna (yeah)
bro used to post on the corner (yeah)
my new b-tch is foreigner
k!llin’ sh-t, sendin’ these hoes to the coroner (yeah)
don’t be sad now a n-gga up
ap’s goin’ dumb, why you comin’ over b-tch if you ain’t tryna make me c-m?
stupid -ss b-tch, i’ll send someone to smack you
gon’ and pull up so my lil sister can stab you
gang posted up on the corner like a statue
clip round my chest like a motherf-ckin’ satchel (ahhh)
[pre-chorus: cuban doll]
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
[chorus: cuban doll]
f-ck all them n-ggas 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, ayy
f-ck all them n-ggas 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, ayy
[verse 4: lil baby]
100 bottles, no sparklers, we already lit
thousand hunnid, all the bills like its counterfeit
love the hoe, i slap the b-tch, we on some different sh-t
this sh-t didn’t come from round the way, i’m on some different drip
sticky, she wanna get with me
i need me a bad broad, then again, a nicki
ain’t leavin’ no witnesses, christian lou’, a murder scene
shout out to the homies behind the wall, yeah, the murder team
the old murder team, the ones that can’t be silent
sip promethazine, it got me out my body
date time, go and throw a dime all in folly
big bank take little bank, i’m really gettin’ money
[pre-chorus: cuban doll]
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
[chorus: cuban doll]
f-ck all them n-ggas 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, ayy
f-ck all them n-ggas 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, ayy
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