YE ft. ToneDaUzual & Tito Lyrics

Bitch ima step out the bank, yeah

How 'bout I pull out the drac'? (Woah)

How 'bout I pull out the tank?

Bitch you know I'm getting paid

The bitch want my love, the bitch want to stay

Life of the party, I feel like I'm Ye

Tonka too fast, now bitch ima swerve

Big body Forgi's, I'm scraping the curb

Nike the tech so I feel like a nerd

I pop in my city I feel like a perc'

I'm shootin my opps, yeah I put 'em on a shirt

The bitch she wants my love, but nah she don't deserve it

Me and Balance alley-oop

Diamonds on me, on my tooth

Taking the roof off of the coupe, yeah

The bitch want to suck on my juice

You smokin' that bunk, you smokin' that boof, yeah

Me and the gang getting loot

Balenci' my shirt, balanci' my shoe

I hop in that 'gini, I hop in that Bentley coupe

Bitch ima step out the bank, yeah

How 'bout I pull out the drac'? (Woah)

How 'bout I pull out the tank?

Bitch you know I'm getting paid

The bitch want my love, the bitch want to stay

Life of the party, I feel like I'm Ye

Yeah it ain't my birthday, she throwing the cake

Got some Russian ties, they hold the K

She said I'm a star, so I hop in the Wraith

I done iced out a cross and these dudes losing faith

Tone making plays like a coach with no rules

Two twin hoes going back to the room

Two twin sticks in the spot like I'm Doom

Got a problem, kaboom, get sent to the Moon, ha

Lil bitch I'm balling, feel like Walt', won't pass the rock

They talking crazy like they last shit ain't done flopped

Oh, oh, ima pull up in a ghost, ghost, ain't kicking shit, like it's a go-oal

Ain't poker, so why these dudes fo-old, frozen summer, my neck and wrist fro-oze

Bitch ima step out the bank, yeah

How 'bout I pull out the drac'? (Woah)

How 'bout I pull out the tank?

Bitch you know I'm getting paid

The bitch want my love, the bitch want to stay

Life of the party, I feel like I'm Ye

Bitch ima step out the bank, yeah

How 'bout I pull out the drac'? (Woah)

How 'bout I pull out the tank?

Bitch you know I'm getting paid

The bitch want my love, the bitch want to stay

Life of the party, I feel like I'm Ye

Walk in the mall, I spend a hundred thou'

Ain't nothing to me, ima ball out

Spending all this money it don't run out, new chain around my neck, I don't rock no fake gold

When I walk in, know my name

Came for the bag, yeah not the fame

Stick with the crew fuck the lames

Money going in, money going out

Spending all this money, forgot how to count

Rolling that Heavenly, we smoking on loud

Don't hit my line if it's not about that paper

Getting my bag, and I save for later

Hundreds on hundreds, you know how it be

Getting my bag, and it's all for me

Lil Tito on the mic, all you get from me

Bitch ima step out the bank, yeah

How 'bout I pull out the drac'? (Woah)

How 'bout I pull out the tank?

Bitch you know I'm getting paid

The bitch want my love, the bitch want to stay

Life of the party, I feel like I'm Ye

Bitch ima step out the bank, yeah

How 'bout I pull out the drac'? (Woah)

How 'bout I pull out the tank?

Bitch you know I'm getting paid

The bitch want my love, the bitch want to stay

Life of the party, I feel like I'm Ye

Like Ye

Life of the party, I feel like I'm Ye

Life of the party, I feel like I'm Ye

Yeah

Life of the party, I feel like I'm Ye

Life of the party, I feel like I'm Ye