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ynw melly - fuck pnc bank lyrics

[intro]
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 f-ck

[chorus]
gucci, louis, fendi, b-tch, 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 -ss, ayy
f-ckin’ with young n-gga world, them boys gon’ bust your -ss, uh
pnc got me f-cked up, they talkin’ ’bout add, ayy
i told her i want 20 thousand cash, huh
pnc said, “h-ll nah, kiss my -ss,” oh

[post-chorus]
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

[verse 1]
now i gotta hit the bank every single day (i’m tired)
ynw, i’m talkin’ ’bout young n-gga way
have you ever seen a hundred round on sk? (never)
have you ever seen two freaky b-tches goin’ g-y? (’cause i did)
have you ever seen a n-gga whip up the yay? (no)
i’ma tell you now, you never seen it, you cap (capper)
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 n-gga, maserati and an aston
i want ’em, i want ’em
uh, f-ck, d-mn, i don’t really like this maserati truck
i want a lambo with 18 p-ssenger seats
your main b-tch say she wanna suck a young n-gga’s meat
it’s melly, baby, and your b-tch tryna swallow my skeet
ooh, ooh, n-gga sweet like reese’s pieces

[post-chorus]
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

[verse 2]
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 b-tch kiss my -ss
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 tom ford
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, f-ck it up and get them bommas, baby
go and get the money, f-ck it up and get them bommas, baby, oh
go and get them bommas, ayy
go and get them bommas, you could f-ck the banker’s mama, yeah

[post-chorus]
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

- ynw melly lyrics

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