Came in the bank then I walk out
I got racks in my account
I don't f*ck with none of that fake shit
How many friends do I got now
Y'all only buy shit in the clearance section only cop it if it got a discount
She a stingy lil hoe bought her new shoes now she want a purse now These bitches try to play a nigga
I can't take them to dinner
They gotta let me f*ck on the first night or else I ain't f*cking with them
I just hit a pose they post on the gram then they take a picture
I got my drip, my drip be pourin I'm not talking bout a picture
Claim you real but I know you fake
She kissing my neck how my diamonds taste
These niggas steal drip they copy and paste
Don't like being close better keep your space
They tell me they love me just to get in my pocket
Focus on yourself don't get into my wallet
She keep on begging I tell her to stop it
Like a Chinese store I keep them chopsticks
Y'all niggas turnt down well I'm boutta turn up
Gotta a lot of bands but I don't got enough
Y'all niggas in the back y'all better catch up
Her ass so fat I tell her back up
Got them bands I ain't talking bout drums
Shoot em in the stomach he gonna need some tums
The money keep piling, the bitches keep coming
Pull out the choppa these niggas start running
Bitch I've been been balling I'm not talking about sports
She gave me brain I called her a dork
Polo on my shirt only time I ride a horse
My balls in her hole like a golf course
We shooting back like we at war
F*cked her good, her legs are sore
Washing niggas out like it's a chore
Get a broom, get em' off the floor
I get a check and I spend it
She showing me ass, she showing me titties
Here for the money, f*ck the bitties
Ima dog person but I want the kittie
Sweater round my neck it's chilly
These niggas are bitches, they some sissies
I don't really care who's with me
I'm getting money, just hundreds and fifties
Came in the bank then I walk out
I got racks in my account
I don't f*ck with none of that fake shit
How many friends do I got now
Y'all only buy shit in the clearance section only cop it if it got a discount
She a stingy lil hoe bought her new shoes now she want a purse now
These bitches try to play a nigga
I can't take them to dinner
They gotta let me f*ck on the first night or else I ain't f*cking with them
I just hit a pose they post on the gram then they take a picture
I got my drip, my drip be pourin I'm not talking bout a picture
Papa Cole - Walk Out Lyrics
Papa Cole - Walk Out Lyrics
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Came in the bank then I walk out
I got racks in my account
I don't f*ck with none of that fake shit
How many friends do I got now
Y'all only buy shit in the clearance section only cop it if it got a discount
She a stingy lil hoe bought her new shoes now she want a purse now These bitches try to play a nigga
I can't take them to dinner
They gotta let me f*ck on the first night or else I ain't f*cking with them
I just hit a pose they post on the gram then they take a picture
I got my drip, my drip be pourin I'm not talking bout a picture
Claim you real but I know you fake
She kissing my neck how my diamonds taste
These niggas steal drip they copy and paste
Don't like being close better keep your space
They tell me they love me just to get in my pocket
Focus on yourself don't get into my wallet
She keep on begging I tell her to stop it
Like a Chinese store I keep them chopsticks
Y'all niggas turnt down well I'm boutta turn up
Gotta a lot of bands but I don't got enough
Y'all niggas in the back y'all better catch up
Her ass so fat I tell her back up
Got them bands I ain't talking bout drums
Shoot em in the stomach he gonna need some tums
The money keep piling, the bitches keep coming
Pull out the choppa these niggas start running
Bitch I've been been balling I'm not talking about sports
She gave me brain I called her a dork
Polo on my shirt only time I ride a horse
My balls in her hole like a golf course
We shooting back like we at war
F*cked her good, her legs are sore
Washing niggas out like it's a chore
Get a broom, get em' off the floor
I get a check and I spend it
She showing me ass, she showing me titties
Here for the money, f*ck the bitties
Ima dog person but I want the kittie
Sweater round my neck it's chilly
These niggas are bitches, they some sissies
I don't really care who's with me
I'm getting money, just hundreds and fifties
Came in the bank then I walk out
I got racks in my account
I don't f*ck with none of that fake shit
How many friends do I got now
Y'all only buy shit in the clearance section only cop it if it got a discount
She a stingy lil hoe bought her new shoes now she want a purse now
These bitches try to play a nigga
I can't take them to dinner
They gotta let me f*ck on the first night or else I ain't f*cking with them
I just hit a pose they post on the gram then they take a picture
I got my drip, my drip be pourin I'm not talking bout a picture
I got racks in my account
I don't f*ck with none of that fake shit
How many friends do I got now
Y'all only buy shit in the clearance section only cop it if it got a discount
She a stingy lil hoe bought her new shoes now she want a purse now These bitches try to play a nigga
I can't take them to dinner
They gotta let me f*ck on the first night or else I ain't f*cking with them
I just hit a pose they post on the gram then they take a picture
I got my drip, my drip be pourin I'm not talking bout a picture
Claim you real but I know you fake
She kissing my neck how my diamonds taste
These niggas steal drip they copy and paste
Don't like being close better keep your space
They tell me they love me just to get in my pocket
Focus on yourself don't get into my wallet
She keep on begging I tell her to stop it
Like a Chinese store I keep them chopsticks
Y'all niggas turnt down well I'm boutta turn up
Gotta a lot of bands but I don't got enough
Y'all niggas in the back y'all better catch up
Her ass so fat I tell her back up
Got them bands I ain't talking bout drums
Shoot em in the stomach he gonna need some tums
The money keep piling, the bitches keep coming
Pull out the choppa these niggas start running
Bitch I've been been balling I'm not talking about sports
She gave me brain I called her a dork
Polo on my shirt only time I ride a horse
My balls in her hole like a golf course
We shooting back like we at war
F*cked her good, her legs are sore
Washing niggas out like it's a chore
Get a broom, get em' off the floor
I get a check and I spend it
She showing me ass, she showing me titties
Here for the money, f*ck the bitties
Ima dog person but I want the kittie
Sweater round my neck it's chilly
These niggas are bitches, they some sissies
I don't really care who's with me
I'm getting money, just hundreds and fifties
Came in the bank then I walk out
I got racks in my account
I don't f*ck with none of that fake shit
How many friends do I got now
Y'all only buy shit in the clearance section only cop it if it got a discount
She a stingy lil hoe bought her new shoes now she want a purse now
These bitches try to play a nigga
I can't take them to dinner
They gotta let me f*ck on the first night or else I ain't f*cking with them
I just hit a pose they post on the gram then they take a picture
I got my drip, my drip be pourin I'm not talking bout a picture
Writer: Coleman Jackson
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