Luyện nghe bài hát Bankrupt (Remix)

[Verse 1: Doll]
Hundred bands, times a bands
Can you get it, no running man
Keep a rounds, we gon' get him
I ain't never gave a fuck no bitch
I'm bigger and I'm better
Keep a & Wesson we can do whatever, aye
You say you a boss, I know you a
And that nigga ugly what the you saying?
You getting money girl you need a plan
You a broke bitch, always holding out hand
I'm a bitch
I be getting bad
Spend and get it then I spend it with my mans
That money in my hand put it right on head
Ain't no loss, I'm a boss I can do that again, ayy
Fuck a role we speak
If a lame bitch talking I even speak back
Keep that .45 all black, we strapped, we
Pop up on 'em a bitch see that, aye

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

[Verse 2: Cuban
I'm a real bitch I fake shit
You a fucking you don't shake shit
You just figured it out bruh you late
You a bitch 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
Bitch you
All hoes losing but they ain't us

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

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

[Pre-Chorus: Doll]
You ain't tough, big bank take little
you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but ain't us
You tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you
All hoes losing but they ain't us

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

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

[Pre-Chorus: Doll]
You ain't tough, big bank little bank
Bitch you
All them hoes losing but they us
You ain't tough, big bank take bank
you bankrupt
All them hoes but they ain't us

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