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Don Trip

Bank Account

 

Bank Account

(album: The Devil You Know - 2023)


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 using me
Give a nigga cold shoulders how I wan' shoot the breeze
Niggas getting 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 starting 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 fucking Cuban link
Money, power, respect, I ain't never buying into the foolery and fake jewelry
Niggas type about it online and never go and do a thing
Second I stop loving this, then it's time to quit, know it's time to switch
Called lil' homie with the switch, now he ain't coming home 'til he ninety-six, devastating
Fingers crossed, hoping 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 riding with the thumper out
Still get a little irritating, niggas try to bargain my number down

I wake up every day and grab my phone, check my bank accounts
I got nothing to complain about, but making more is all I ever think about
FN with the thirty-round magazine, yeah, the stick hanging out
Nah, nigga, we ain't hanging 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?
Stashing 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 wearing plain clothes
If we talking 'bout money, then you know it's going down like Drano
Ain't checking 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 nothing to complain about, but making more is all I ever think about
FN with the thirty-round magazine, yeah, the stick hanging out
Nah, nigga, we ain't hanging out, I'd rather use a toothbrush to paint a house

Long live Pif

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