Luyện nghe bài hát Bankrupt (Remix)

[Verse 1: Cuban
Hundred bands, times a bands
Can you get it, no running man
Keep a hundred rounds, we get him
I ain't never a fuck about no bitch
Cause I'm and I'm better
Keep a Smith & we can do whatever, aye
You say you a boss, I you a lame
And that nigga ugly what the fuck you
You getting money girl you need a plan
You a broke bitch, always out your hand
I'm a real
I be getting bad
Spend and get it back then I spend it with my
That money in my hand put it right on your
no loss, I'm a boss I can do that shit again, ayy
Fuck a role we facts
If a lame bitch talking I won't even speak
Keep .45 all black, we strapped, we back
Pop up on 'em a bitch see that, aye

[Chorus: Doll]
Fuck all them niggas we fuck up this cash
I out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you in a cab
Still living with your you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy

[Verse 2: Cuban
I'm a real bitch I can't shit
You a fucking pussy you shake shit
You just figured it out you late bitch
You a broke you ain't got no bands to play with
Somewhere out in Cali do the in a spaceship
You somewhere in the crib looking mad cause you ain't
You ain't tough, big bank little bank
you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they us

[Chorus: Doll]
Fuck all them niggas we gon' up this cash
I hopped out my and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, you hopped in a cab
Still living with mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy
Fuck all niggas we gon' fuck up this cash
I hopped out my and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you in a cab
living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy

[Verse 3: Lil
All these mad dirty, will I keep a .30
Spent long nights ridin' low and dirty, now my is prayin'
223 cockin', get to jerkin' have 'em niggas
Niggas servin', bitches bourbon, I remember back when hoes was curvin'
Now I fuck hoes I wanna (yeah)
Bro used to on the corner (yeah)
[?] was foreign
Killin' shit, sendin' these hoes to the (yeah)
Don't be sad now a up
AP's goin' dumb, why you comin' out if you ain't tryna make me cum?
ass bitch, I said so, wanna smack you
Gon' and pull up so my lil sister can you
Gang posted up on the corner a statue
Clip round my chest like a satchel

Cuban Doll]
You ain't tough, big bank little bank
you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they us
You ain't tough, big bank take little
you bankrupt
All hoes losing but they ain't us

[Chorus: Doll]
Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this
I out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you in a cab
Still living with your mama you hopped off your ass, ayy
Fuck all niggas we gon' fuck up this cash
I out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off ass, ayy

[Verse 4: Lil
100 bottles, no sparklers, we lit
hunnid, all the bills like its counterfeit
Love the hoe, I slap the bitch, we on some shit
This shit come from round the way, I'm on some different drip
Sticky, she get with me
I need me a bad broad, again, a Nicki
Ain't no witnesses, Christian Lou', a murder scene
out to the homies behind the wall, yeah, the murder team
The old murder team, the that can't be silent
Sippin' 'methazine, it got me out my
Date time, go and throw a dime all in
Big bank take little bank, I'm really money

Cuban Doll]
You ain't tough, big bank take little
you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but ain't us
You ain't tough, big take little bank
you bankrupt
All them losing but they ain't us

[Chorus: Doll]
Fuck all them niggas we fuck up this cash
I out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, you hopped in a cab
Still living with mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy
Fuck all them we gon' fuck up this cash
I out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you in a cab
Still with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy