Luyện nghe bài hát Bankrupt (Remix)

[Verse 1: Doll]
Hundred bands, times a hundred
Can you get it, no running man
Keep a hundred rounds, we get him
I ain't gave a fuck about no bitch
I'm bigger and I'm better
Keep a Smith & we can do whatever, aye
You say you a boss, I you a lame
And that nigga what the fuck you saying?
You ain't getting money you need a plan
You a broke bitch, holding out your hand
I'm a bitch
I be getting bad
Spend and get it back then I spend it my mans
That in my hand put it right on your head
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 back
that .45 all black, we strapped, we back
Pop up on 'em make a see that, aye

[Chorus: Cuban
Fuck all them 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

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

[Chorus: Cuban
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 hopped off your ass, ayy
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 your mama you ain't hopped off ass, ayy

3: Lil Yachty]
All mad rappers dirty, will I keep a .30
Spent long nights ridin' low and dirty, now my is prayin'
223 cockin', get to jerkin' 'em niggas swervin'
Niggas servin', bitches drinkin' bourbon, I back when hoes was curvin'
Now I fuck hoes I wanna (yeah)
Bro used to on the corner (yeah)
[?] bitches was
Killin' shit, sendin' these hoes to the (yeah)
be sad now a nigga up
AP's goin' dumb, why you 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 sister can you
Gang posted up on the like a statue
Clip round my chest like a motherfuckin'

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

[Chorus: Doll]
Fuck all them we gon' fuck 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 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 your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy

[Verse 4: Lil
100 bottles, no sparklers, we lit
Thousand hunnid, all the bills like its
Love the hoe, I slap the bitch, we on some shit
This didn't come from round the way, I'm on some different drip
Sticky, she get with me
I need me a bad broad, then again, a
leavin' no witnesses, Christian Lou', a murder scene
Shout out to the homies behind the wall, yeah, the murder
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 bank, I'm really gettin' money

Cuban Doll]
You ain't tough, big take little bank
Bitch you
All them hoes losing but they 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 gon' fuck up cash
I hopped out my feelings and I 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 niggas 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 living with your mama you hopped off your ass, ayy