Bankteller

[Intro: BillyBadazz]
Yeah, it's a BadAzz, nigga (Bankroll Dani on the track)
With my bad ass, nigga, ayy (Ayy, Moon, turn my shit up)
Yeah, ayy

[Chorus: BillyBadazz]
I'm at the bank, flirtin' with the bank teller
I'm in that paint, no shirt, but it's Bape on my sweater
She sucked a solo by a nigga, I can't never forget her
He got hit, two up top, he won't even remember, yeah, yeah
Money counter, money counter, money counter, let's do it
Money counter, money counter, money counter, don't do it, yeah
Bitches turn they back when I was down, I can't never forget
Louis backpack but they know him, yankin' off my hip

[Verse 1: BillyBadazz]
I be fresh as fuck, still fitted with a Yankee brim
I'm ain't shit, I don't go my way, all about a rim, yeah
75,000, ain't shit, I just touched that
I'm a thoroughbred nigga, I keep it clean, and she love that, yeah
You the type of nigga, always askin', where my hug at, yeah
I'm the type of nigga to get on life in a 50 rack, yeah
I'm that type of nigga, always been bad like a rug rat
I'm that type of nigga, steady pourin', where the cups at
Give a fuck about a bitch, you can lick my left nutsack
Four-five, flashlight, red beam with the drum attached
You wanna ride 'round with me all day, but you don't know what come with that
Steady postin' this shit all on Instagram, but where your money at?

[Chorus: BillyBadazz]
I'm at the bank, flirtin' with the bank teller
I'm in that paint, no shirt, but it's Bape on my sweater
She sucked a solo by a nigga, I can't never forget her
He got hit, two up top, he won't even remember, yeah, yeah
Money counter, money counter, money counter, let's do it
Money counter, money counter, money counter, don't do it, yeah
Bitches turn they back when I was down, I can't never forget
Louis backpack but they know him, yankin' off my hip

[Verse 2: C5 Tha Reaper]
Walk me to the voter, put that pistol to your throat
I'm quick to tear it off, but I'm rich off crackin' stoves
Big Midtown, bum, I'm always on the road
Bitches say I'm dumb, I'm never givin' out no loan, shit
But I'm throwin' all these ones about the strippers
I'm a well-condone, tender, aggressive, motherfuckin' sippin'
Karate-kicked in your fender ball hole, big dribble
Took his brains out his head since he can't use his mental
We them niggas that run that play, big buzzer beater
Yeah, I'm one shot erski, and they won't believe it
Even why these hoes comin', they ain't got 60 (Ha-ha-ha)
Fuck with bands, bitch
I can't be yo' mans, bitch (I can't be yo' mans, bitch)
And I don't do no new friends, bitch (I don't do no new friends. bitch)
Drop my ski, hold up, nigga, drop my ski, hold up, nigga
Drop my ski and raise your motherfuckin' hands quick

[Chorus: BillyBadazz]
I'm at the bank, flirtin' with the bank teller
I'm in that paint, no shirt, but it's Bape on my sweater
She sucked a solo by a nigga, I can't never forget her
He got hit, two up top, he won't even remember, yeah, yeah
Money counter, money counter, money counter, let's do it
Money counter, money counter, money counter, don't do it, yeah
Bitches turn they back when I was down, I can't never forget
Louis backpack but they know him, yankin' off my hip