My Typa Fun. Lyrics

I need a M in a week ain't no rush

I told that bitch I don't know what's in my cup

It might be the end

I got a bank in the bank, that's not enough

Say it again

I got a bank in the bank, that's not enough

Dead presidents

I told these dudes to get back, I told these hoes to get back, 'cause I don't trust

I fell in love with these bands, I fell in love with these stacks, bitch I love funds

I got these racks like a tran, I keep a dick like a tran, it's inside my gun

I'm finna go to the Saks, blow a lil' bag, spin back, that's my typa fun

Yeah that's fun for me

Yeah that's fun for me

Yeah that's fun for me

Yeah that's fun for me

Yeah that's fun for me

Yeah that's fun for me

Yeah that's fun for me

Yeah that's fun for me

I'm tryna get diamonds flooded all over my wrist

I'm hella petty, you cross me, I'm fuckin' yo' bitch

Jobs on jobs, I was chasin' that bag like Trish

Fuck goin' broke, I'ma always forever be rich

I'm the one who said that

I'm the one who said that

I'm the one who bet that

I'm the one who bet that

I'm the one believe that

I'm the one believe that

They don't wanna believe that

They don't wanna believe that

I gotta learn from the loss

I ain't gon' stop, fuck a pause

Boy, I thought you was a boss

Said you got racks, you was false

You see the way that i floss

She off a Perc' and she lost

X on her eyes, just like Kaws

Oh my God, sign of the cross

They ain't believe in me, they ain't believe

They ain't believe in me, they ain't believe

They ain't believe in me, they ain't believe

They ain't believe in me, they ain't believe

I need a M in a week ain't no rush

I told that bitch I don't know what's in my cup

It might be the end

I got a bank in the bank, that's not enough

Say it again

I got a bank in the bank, that's not enough

Dead presidents

I told these dudes to get back, I told these hoes to get back, 'cause I don't trust

I fell in love with these bands, I fell in love with these stacks, bitch I love funds

I got these racks like a tran, I keep a dick like a tran, it's inside my gun

I'm finna go to the Saks, blow a lil' bag, spin back, that's my typa fun

Yeah that's fun for me

Yeah that's fun for me

Yeah that's fun for me

Yeah that's fun for me

Yeah that's fun for me

Yeah that's fun for me

Yeah that's fun for me

Yeah that's fun for me