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lirik lagu billybadazz & c5 tha reaper - bankteller

[intro: billybadazz]
yeah, it’s a badazz, n~gga (bankroll dani on the track)
with my bad ass, n~gga, ayy (ayy, moon, turn my sh~t up)
yeah, ayy

[chorus: billybadazz]
i’m at the bank, flirtin’ with the bank teller
i’m in that paint, no shirt, but it’s bape on my sweater
she sucked a solo by a n~gga, i can’t never forget her
he got hit, two up top, he won’t even remember, yeah, yeah
money counter, money counter, money counter, let’s do it
money counter, money counter, money counter, don’t do it, yeah
b~tches turn they back when i was down, i can’t never forget
louis backpack but they know him, yankin’ off my hip

[verse 1: billybadazz]
i be fresh as f~ck, still fitted with a yankee brim
i’m ain’t sh~t, i don’t go my way, all about a rim, yeah
75,000, ain’t sh~t, i just touched that
i’m a thoroughbred n~gga, i keep it clean, and she love that, yeah
you the type of n~gga, always askin’, where my hug at, yeah
i’m the type of n~gga to get on life in a 50 rack, yeah
i’m that type of n~gga, always been bad like a rug rat
i’m that type of n~gga, steady pourin’, where the cups at
give a f~ck about a b~tch, you can l!ck my left n~ts~ck
four~five, flashlight, red beam with the drum attached
you wanna ride ’round with me all day, but you don’t know what come with that
steady postin’ this sh~t all on instagram, but where your money at?
[chorus: billybadazz]
i’m at the bank, flirtin’ with the bank teller
i’m in that paint, no shirt, but it’s bape on my sweater
she sucked a solo by a n~gga, i can’t never forget her
he got hit, two up top, he won’t even remember, yeah, yeah
money counter, money counter, money counter, let’s do it
money counter, money counter, money counter, don’t do it, yeah
b~tches turn they back when i was down, i can’t never forget
louis backpack but they know him, yankin’ off my hip

[verse 2: c5 tha reaper]
walk me to the voter, put that pistol to your throat
i’m quick to tear it off, but i’m rich off crackin’ stoves
big midtown, bum, i’m always on the road
b~tches say i’m dumb, i’m never givin’ out no loan, sh~t
but i’m throwin’ all these ones about the strippers
i’m a well~condone, tender, aggressive, motherf~ckin’ sippin’
karate~kicked in your fender ball hole, big dribble
took his brains out his head since he can’t use his mental
we them n~ggas that run that play, big buzzer beater
yeah, i’m one shot erski, and they won’t believe it
even why these hoes comin’, they ain’t got 60 (ha~ha~ha)
f~ck with bands, b~tch
i can’t be yo’ mans, b~tch (i can’t be yo’ mans, b~tch)
and i don’t do no new friends, b~tch (i don’t do no new friends. b~tch)
drop my ski, hold up, n~gga, drop my ski, hold up, n~gga
drop my ski and raise your motherf~ckin’ hands quick
[chorus: billybadazz]
i’m at the bank, flirtin’ with the bank teller
i’m in that paint, no shirt, but it’s bape on my sweater
she sucked a solo by a n~gga, i can’t never forget her
he got hit, two up top, he won’t even remember, yeah, yeah
money counter, money counter, money counter, let’s do it
money counter, money counter, money counter, don’t do it, yeah
b~tches turn they back when i was down, i can’t never forget
louis backpack but they know him, yankin’ off my hip

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