Laugh2TheBank

[Intro]
(Twenty, where you at?)
(Welcome to the things with wings experience, wings)
(Fly with me, won't you?)
(Calm down, I'll just call Robert)

[Chorus: ericdoa]
Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha, (Laugh to the bank like, yeah)
Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha (Laugh to the bank like—)

[Verse 1: ericdoa]
Me and the bros, we came up from nothing
FN with the scope, I'm making him run
The Za' we toke, it's hurting my lungs
They callin' 'em clones, I'm callin' 'em sons
I might call Janick and go out to lunch
Got a stick if he panic, it came with a punch
How I take your bitch, but I look like McLovin?
Made the most in my family, not telling me nothin'
I got suicidе doors, and they kicking the bucket
Pеople say that they got you, but I do not trust it
Stop, I'm with the gang, and we ready to mob
I'm in New York, I throw up the rock
I'm at the function, I pour up Cîroc
Made six figures off of hyperpop
Quiet kid, I don't like to talk
Stay low, but I got your drop

[Chorus: ericdoa]
Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha, (Laugh to the bank like, yeah)
Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha (Laugh to the bank like—)
Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha, (Laugh to the bank like, yeah)
Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha (Laugh to the bank like—)

[Verse 2: midwxst]
I made a mill', I'm not talking 'bout Mac
I'm sippin' that water, I only sip flat
You say that I'm floppin', bitch, look at my stats
My coupe is incredible, that shit gon' dash
I don't wanna talk if it's not about cash
Eighteen with six figures, boy, I got a big bag
These niggas be trippin', they must be off tabs
I'm in the coupe, bitch, I feel like Mad Max, yeah
I had to tell 'em, "Relax"
Like groceries, spendin' my bag (Ha-ha)
That nigga mad that I'm goin' up really fast
But I was speakin' all these facts
But that nigga sad (Ha)
Like murderers, I'll take a stab
I feel like Dexter, bitch, I'm in the lab
Oh, he want a feature? Well, I'm finna tax
I feel like I'm Dolly, bitch, hop out the 'Lac
I'm in they mouth with a tool like a dentist
You wanna be me, boy, you my apprentice (Oh-oh)
On stage and the crowd know, they finish my sentence (Twenty, where you at?)
My manager told me to watch all my spending, ha (Calm down, I'll just call Robert)
But I didn't listen, ex-girl thinking 'bout me, reminiscing
My pockets big like a politician
Said I'm not hard? Well, that shit is fiction, bitch
I'm in EA, bitch, I feel like I'm Nudy
My bro walk around, know we totin' that toolie
These niggas be cappin', no, they are not true
White girl in my DMs, she sippin' on Trulys
I know some Bloods, and I know me some Crips
Two choppas on bro, call 'em Lilo and Stitch
That nigga cappin', not ready for this
Me and Eric hit the stu', made a hit, bitch

[Chorus: ericdoa]
Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha, (Laugh to the bank like, yeah)
Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha (Laugh to the bank like—)
Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha, (Laugh to the bank like, yeah)
Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha (Laugh to the bank like—)

[Outro]
This is a umru exclusive
(Ha, ha, ha, laugh to the bank like, yeah)
Laughing all the way to the bank
(Ha, ha, ha, laugh to the bank like, yeah)