Don Trip - Bank Account lyrics

Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah!
Wake up every day and check my bank account
(DTdaKidd) yeah
(Beat those drums) yeah

First thing on my list of things to
Do is go and get paid
How I got three pistols on me
And still don't feel safe?
I'ma pour a lot of liquor out when
I go and visit Pif grave
You can see I'm in pain, baby
It's written all on my face
Damn, I wish, I could grieve in peace
But a bunch of my bills is due this week
And my wife and kids need food to eat
So it's either you or me
Me and my old partners ain't so close
Not like we used to be
'Cause, I got no more use for them when
I start to feel like they usin' me
Give a nigga cold shoulders how
I wan' shoot the breeze
Niggas gettin' so focused on tryna rub it
In that they loose the lead
I'm in it deeper than Scuba Steve
I let it help you cool your beans
Boy, I seen so much it startin' to sound
Like I got it off a movie screen
Boy, these niggas so pussy
Need to get a pap smear and a NuvaRing
Gangster bitch wear the Uzi Pro around her
Neck like a fuckin' Cuban link
Money, power, respect
I ain't never buyin' into the
Foolery and fake jewelry
Niggas type about it online and never
Go and do a thing
Second I stop lovin' this, then
It's time to quit, know it's time to switch
Called lil' homie with the switch, now he
Ain't comin' home 'til he ninety-six
Devastatin' fingers crossed
Hopin' he don't give a witness statement
They poked lil' homie in jail
Turned a witness statement to
A victim statement
I'm on the move like the minute hand
A bunch of killers in the minivan
So if it's up, it's up
They gon' come spin for me like a ceiling fan
Still hope I made my mama proud
Still ridin' with the thumper out
Still get a little irritatin'
Niggas try to bargain my number down

I wake up every day and grab my phone
Check my bank accounts
I got nothin' to complain about
But makin' more is all I ever think about
FN with the thirty-round magazine, yeah
The stick hangin' out
Nah, nigga, we ain't hangin' out
I'd rather use a toothbrush to paint a house

And 'fore I chill with you broke niggas
My role models was dope dealers
And I grew up to be a dope dealer, damn
Go figure
My sons cannot say the same, though
Fuck you think I'm in this game for?
Stashin' money for a rainy day
Fuck an umbrella and a raincoat
I probably fucked her, never knew her
Name, I know it's a shame
So I call her Jane Doe
Only cuff her undercover like a
Narcotic cop wearin' plain clothes
If we talkin' 'bout money
Then you know it's goin' down like Drano
Ain't checkin' in with nobody
But the concierge, bitch, where I can't go?

I wake up every day and grab my phone
Check my bank account
I got nothin' to complain about
But makin' more is all I ever think about
FN with the thirty-round magazine, yeah
The stick hangin' out
Nah, nigga, we ain't hangin' out
I'd rather use a toothbrush to paint a house

Long live Pif