Luyện nghe bài hát Bankrupt (Remix)

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

[Chorus: Doll]
Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this
I hopped out my 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 don't shake
You figured it out bruh you late bitch
You a broke bitch you got no bands to play with
Somewhere out in Cali do the in a spaceship
You somewhere in the looking mad cause you ain't shit
You tough, big bank take little bank
you bankrupt
All them losing but they ain't us

Cuban Doll]
Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this
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 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, you hopped in a cab
Still living with your you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy

3: Lil Yachty]
All these mad rappers dirty, will I a .30
long nights ridin' low and dirty, now my coupe is prayin'
223 cockin', get to jerkin' 'em niggas 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)
[?] bitches was
shit, sendin' these hoes to the corner (yeah)
Don't be sad now a up
goin' dumb, why you comin' out bitch if you ain't tryna make me cum?
Stupid ass bitch, I said so, wanna you
Gon' and pull up so my lil can stab you
Gang posted up on the like a statue
Clip my chest like a motherfuckin' satchel

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

Cuban Doll]
Fuck all them we gon' 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 hopped off your ass, ayy
Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up 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 off your 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 didn't come from round the way, I'm on different drip
Sticky, she wanna get me
I me a bad broad, then again, a Nicki
Ain't leavin' no witnesses, Christian Lou', a murder
Shout out to the homies the wall, yeah, the murder team
The old team, the ones that can't be silent
Sippin' 'methazine, it got me out my
Date time, go and throw a all in Folly
Big bank take little bank, I'm really money

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

[Chorus: Cuban
all them niggas we gon' 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
Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this
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 off your ass, ayy