Luyện nghe bài hát Bankrupt (Remix)

[Verse 1: Doll]
Hundred bands, times a bands
Can you get it, no running man
Keep a hundred rounds, we get him
I ain't gave a fuck about no bitch
Cause I'm bigger and I'm
Keep a & Wesson we can do whatever, aye
You say you a boss, I you a lame
And nigga ugly what the fuck you saying?
You ain't getting money girl you need a
You a bitch, always holding out your hand
I'm a real
I be getting bad
Spend and get it back I spend it with my mans
That money in my hand put it right on your
Ain't no loss, I'm a boss I can do shit again, ayy
a role we speak facts
If a bitch talking I won't 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 with your mama you ain't hopped off ass, ayy

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

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

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

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

Cuban Doll]
Fuck all them niggas we gon' up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you in a cab
Still living with your you ain't 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
Thousand hunnid, all the bills like its
the hoe, I slap the bitch, we on some different shit
This shit come from round the way, I'm on some different drip
Sticky, she wanna get me
I me a bad broad, then again, a Nicki
Ain't no witnesses, Christian Lou', a murder scene
Shout out to the homies behind the wall, yeah, the murder
The old murder team, the ones that can't be
Sippin' 'methazine, it got me out my
Date time, go and throw a all in Folly
Big take little bank, I'm really gettin' money

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

[Chorus: Cuban
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 living with your mama you ain't off your ass, ayy
Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up 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