540.Chrxs - Bank Lyrics

I don't need to call a doctor, I just need to call the bank I ain't worried bout no choppers, Imma up him with a shank Rest in peace, Long live dave
Try to call his brother, but that boy he couldn't be saved I ain't sippin' on that wok, I'm sippin' on that Minute Maid What the f*ck you doin, nigga? Pass the lemonade
What's that potion in your shit? Na, it's just some for my sprite Try to hit my phone, but big bitches is not my type I ain't ridin' with the choppa, if that bitch don't got a light I was gunnin' for that nigga, hit that nigga off his bike
I was smokin' on his pack and I had stuffed him in the wood I was ridin' in the Benz, out the window, spray his hood I was f*ckin' on your bitch, said she love me, said it's good Told the bitch to text me, I'll come back and give her wood

I was poppin' with this Drizzy and I was swingin' with this Drake How this metal gon' feel when that shit hit up on your face Man, this bitch too loud, I'd grab her mouth and pull her lace Niggas talkin' all that shit and then they runnin' like a race
Like a race, what you doin, boy? Stop all that lil' runnin' Pull up with the Glock, the chop the switch, I got a button I ain't worried bout my hoe, but, your hoe, she out here f*ckin' I ain't worried bout my hoe, but, your hoe, she out here thuggin
I ain't worried bout the bitch, but she said that I should start it I ain't gotta use a key, hit the button, press the start Man, f*ck that bitch, I don't even want no f*ckin' part