Destroy Lonely, Nezzus - LAUGHING 2 DA BANK lyrics

Wardell Sandimanie III

[Destroy Lonely, Nezzus - LAUGHING 2 DA BANK lyrics]

I've been counting, these racks so long
This shit keep on thumbing
Switch up states, I'm still getting money
Laughing to the bank like this shit funny
Huh, you niggas be broke and bummy
I'm eating too good, not crummy
I'm the biggest Bloody
We the young niggas turn
Nothing into something
Pew-pew-pew, these stick still drumming
Gang gon' shoot shit like Klay Thompson
On gang, these bands and drip too awesome
Flu hunnids on me just like Slauson
These racks on me, bitch, I'm still balling
Big ass B just like it's Boston
Really slimy, triple cross you
I ain't worried 'bout no problem

Got this drip, a thousand island
And my blood don't got no stylist
This top floor shit is going Miley
My bank account look just like mileage
This Glock 19 on me is silencеd
My gang in love with violence
My shootеr from the island
We up, nigga, it's our time
Pull up thirty glicks, lil' bitch
We wilding
We've been racking up sticks
And money still piling
Niggas ain't on shit and thats they problem
Real rockstar, can't wear no Prada
We only can speak about a dollar
We counting his shit, new money a hour
We stay at the top of the tower
We too top floor, this shit like power
This big B-roll, it got you sour
I can't be stepping with no coward

I've been counting, these racks so long
This shit keep on thumbing
Switch up states, I'm still getting money
Laughing to the bank like this shit funny
Huh, you niggas be broke and bummy
I'm eating too good, not crummy
I'm the biggest Bloody
We the young niggas turn
Nothing into something
Pew-pew-pew, these stick still drumming
Gang gon' shoot shit like Klay Thompson
On gang, these bands and drip too awesome
Flu hunnids on me just like Slauson
These racks on me, bitch, I'm still balling
Big ass B just like it's Boston
Really slimy, triple cross you
I ain't worried 'bout no problem

Top floor boss
Yeah, lil' bitch, I'm still balling
On the top floor geeked up
I'm still falling
And they know I'ma lead them so they follow
Brought that ho to my room
Told that bitch to swallow
Shine like the moon cost, so I bought it
Got a real bad bitch
These niggas think I bought her
This is real deal drip
When I'm fucking walking
Yeah, we heard he lick
Catch him down bad 'cause we stalked him
Yeah, but back to the topic
If it's black and it's fly then
You know that I bought it
Bitch I hop on these beats
And I motherfucking walk 'em
Leave that lil' boy stuck
Just like Stephen Hawking
Told this bitch to shut up
And she still talking
If she don't shut the fuck up
She get to walking
We get to throwing bucks up when we walk in
And my twin throwing Blood up
Let's get it popping

I've been counting, these racks so long
This shit keep on thumbing
Switch up states, I'm still getting money
Laughing to the bank like this shit funny
Huh, you niggas be broke and bummy
I'm eating too good, not crummy
I'm the biggest Bloody
We the young niggas turn
Nothing into something
Pew-pew-pew, these stick still drumming
Gang gon' shoot shit like Klay Thompson
On gang, these bands and drip too awesome
Flu hunnids on me just like Slauson
These racks on me, bitch, I'm still balling
Big ass B just like it's Boston
Really slimy, triple cross you
I ain't worried 'bout no problem

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