Luyện nghe bài hát Bankrupt (Remix)

[Verse 1: Doll]
bands, times a hundred bands
Can you get it, ain't no man
Keep a hundred rounds, we get him
I never 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 ugly what the fuck you
You ain't money girl you need a plan
You a broke bitch, always holding out hand
I'm a real
I be getting bad
and get it back then I spend it with my mans
That money in my hand put it on your head
Ain't no loss, I'm a boss I can do that again, ayy
a role we speak facts
If a lame bitch talking I won't speak back
Keep that .45 all black, we strapped, we
Pop up on 'em make a see that, aye

[Chorus: Cuban
Fuck all them niggas we gon' 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 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 it out bruh you late bitch
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 tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you
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, 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 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

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

[Pre-Chorus: Cuban
You ain't tough, big bank take little
you bankrupt
All hoes losing but they ain't us
You ain't tough, big take little bank
Bitch you
All hoes 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
in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy
all them 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 your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy

4: Lil Baby]
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, then again, a
Ain't leavin' no witnesses, Lou', a murder scene
Shout out to the behind the wall, yeah, the murder 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 little bank, I'm really gettin' money

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

Cuban 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 with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy
Fuck all them 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 with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy