We$tmoney R3D - Fill Up the Bank Lyrics

LOTRMOB gang shit n***a
We$tmoney
I'm Here
(Aahhh)

I'm trynna fill up the safe (Fill it)
Till it run out of space (Fill it)
I'm trynna cop me a wraith (Feel me)
I'm trynna ice out the face (Yea)
Cause' at the end of the day (What)
I don't have time to waste (I Don't)

F*ck what anybody say (n***a)
I ain't here for the play (n***a)
I gotta (I gotta I gotta) I gotta fill up the safe (I do)
I gotta (I gotta I gotta) I gotta fill up the bank (I do)
I gotta (secure the bag) make sure the family ate (All day)
N****s be talking about me (Like what) I just pull up in a tank (Hold up)

I'm out here taking real chances
F*ck your deal and your advances
I spend every night vamping till my bank account green lantern
Summertime in the Hamptons
Long Island I'm the damn king
This is what New York sound like word to flex n***a I ain't rambling
I came along way from losses
I turned my flaws into sauces
My swag sick so they nauseous
Got a trunk full of state charges

F*ck all my old bosses
My life's a movie yours a portrait
I'm bout to get rich off a mixtape
Whole lotta power and fortune
Some of my n****s retired the streets, but still please proceed with caution
All these diamonds like a faucet
I'm ballin' n***a Kenny Lofton
What a time to be alive yea
My future lookin' real gorgeous
If we ever do business together, just make sure my money all there

I'm trynna fill up the safe (Fill it)
Till it run out of space (Fill it)
I'm trynna cop me a wraith (Feel me)
I'm trynna ice out the face (Yea)
Cause' at the end of the day (What)
I don't have time to waste (I Don't)

F*ck what anybody say (n***a)
I ain't here for the play (n***a)
I gotta (I gotta I gotta) I gotta fill up the safe (I do)
I gotta (I gotta I gotta) I gotta fill up the bank (I do)
I gotta (secure the bag) make sure the family ate (All day)
N****s be talking about me (Like what) I just pull up in a tank (Hold up)

Whippin' a pot whippin' that shit till I whip off a lot
Smokin' this loud sippin henny no rocks
I'm feelin' like Tony I'm runnin' this spot
Word on the streets is they talkin' a lot
Few want me to win a lot want me to lose
Mad cause' they can't even do what I do
Couldn't walk a mile in these Louis shoes
Where is your father n***a you a bastard
Me I was born to be great just like Cassius
Loyalty honesty what y'all be lackin'
Your chick and your chick is what I be tappin'
Hammer like Thor so don't get outta line
Ain't talkin' money then get off my line
Couple of kids so I don't stop the grind
Said she in love but I don't got no time

(Wait)

I gotta turn up the flame, I gotta burn up some dank
I gotta I gotta make sure my n****s get paid
Get head inside of a wraith

All that talkin' when you know I get it poppin' I ain't never stoppin'
Method man I bring the pain
I was 15 when I drove a range
Now I'm in a white beema switching lanes
(Headin' to the bank)

I'm trynna fill up the safe (Fill it)
Till it run out of space (Fill it)
I'm trynna cop me a wraith (Feel me)
I'm trynna ice out the face (Yea)
Cause' at the end of the day (What)
I don't have time to waste (I Don't)

F*ck what anybody say (n***a)
I ain't here for the play (n***a)
I gotta (I gotta I gotta) I gotta fill up the safe (I do)
I gotta (I gotta I gotta) I gotta fill up the bank (I do)
I gotta (secure the bag) make sure the family ate (All day)
N****s be talking about me (Like what) I just pull up in a tank (Hold up)

Ay
Ay
Fill up the bank
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Fill up the bank
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