Bank Statement Lyrics

I'm too rich for conversation, I just pull out the bank statement

They want my recipe like Plankton

They wanna make just what I'm making, no they can't make this shit

'Member I ain't have the bread then, I was taking shit

Don't be mad at me ya hoe chose, be mad up at yo bitch

Don't be mad at me, you fucking broke, and I'm rich as shit

You was flipping patties, I was flipping bricks

I was spending weeks in the trap like overnight camp

Hit him with that, in his back I ain't Tyson, I ain't fighting

And my pipe got a switch

Oh what I'm sipping on? That's a pint of Tris, lil' bitch

I ain't changing myself for nobody

I ain't got no filter, but it ain't no fluoride in my body

I'ma act like we cool, play it cordial, then I shot em

Got a bitch from the hills, she be speaking to me properly

My life changed, I don't carry change

Get the fuck up out my way, you don't got Pape

Oh shit, The choppa put em out like Roman Reigns

But this ain't fake, this the real deal

Ran up on me his brain spilled, that's the real spill

Ain't no Fetty Wap, I got real pills

Walk down with a Glock, that's a real kill

Bitch I keep a mop, you get washed, send you to hell

Send it in the air

Oh she hate me, I don't care

She ain't hate me last week when I was pulling on that hair

If I'm in the game, then it ain't fair

You too broke to rock what I wear

Canada Goose, this ain't Moncler

You falling off, they pulled out the chair, damn