Bank Statement

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