Bank Account

Yeah you fucked up  Showed your true colors I like my circle small I only need a few brothers Check the score sheet Bitch I do numbers Every rapper is my son like I don't use rubbers cnd my bitch bad Lil' demoness Lil' freak in bed You know I keep it wet It's so cold up in my booth that I can see my breath I'm at least a ten So I don't need no friends If I had a dollar for each rapper that I've taken out I would have a milli in my motherfuckin' bank account If I had a dollar for each rapper that should thank me now I would have a milli in my motherfuckin' bank account Yeah In my bank account, what, in my bank account In my bank account, what, in my bank account, yeah In my bank account, what, in my bank account, yeah In my bank account, yeah, in my bank account I don't need friends I done lost hundreds My thumb hurts from all the times I hit that fuckin' block button You know that I'm sick (yeah yeah) I feel a cough coming You know that I'm sick (yeah yeah) I need to pop something Y'all ain't bringing nothing to the table we ain't potluckin' Caught a lil buzz then I saw your whole stock plummet Turn the music down I think the cops coming I swear the ball the only time y'all ever drop something If I had a dollar for each rapper that I've taken out I would have a milli in my motherfuckin' bank account If I had a dollar for each rapper that should thank me now I would have a milli in my motherfuckin' bank account Yeah In my bank account, what, in my bank account In my bank account, what, in my bank account, yeah In my bank account, what, in my bank account, yeah In my bank account, yeah, in my bank account