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bank is closed - $amaad lyrics

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[intro]
(paradigm)
yeah
(d*mn kele!)
aye, did that
aye, aye uh yeah
aye, aye uh yeah

[chorus]
i ain’t worried bout looking dumb, you know you dead wrong
they ain’t gon’ love you ’till you gone or bring that bag home
tell me where they gon’ be at, like when that bag gone
n*gga f*ck that scamming, tell them fiends to hit my trap phone (aye, yeah)
aye, number nine for you cause you mighty fine
aye, number nine just to let you know you’re mine
ayе, cut them b*tches off, now they can’t hit my linе
just getting started with this sh*t, ain’t even in my prime
i get 350 for them feats and i ain’t even trying
i ain’t tryna run crazy in these streets, i’m just in the line
aye, at the bank, n*gga f*ck you think
aye, 3.5, n*gga i ain’t sipping on drank

[verse]
h*ll if he tell, he get h*ll with that h*llcat
look for my shirt, they gon’ tell you that they don’t sell that
hunnid on a tee, b*tch i’m balling like a held back (yeah)
hunnid on my feet, fish scale like i sell that
i don’t sell crack, but that weed, i might sell that (sell that)
i don’t pop percs, but that weed, i inhale that (i inhale that)
yeah that good gas, that’s on me, you could smell that (yeah)
yeah that double c, that chanel, not the sale rack, eughh (yeah)
snake me if you wanna tell me who really lost
desensitized cause i know what love really cost (yeah, aye)
you gotta lost out on your fun, you wanna be the boss (yeah)
ain’t gotta be dealing with no b*tches if they trippin’ (yeah)
my car ain’t got no tags, i can’t whip it (nah)
my n*gga done lost his mind, he doing whippets (yeah)
had too much pride, he let them n*ggas catch him slipping (nah)
i question everything, i still know it was written though (yeah)
[chorus]
i ain’t worried bout looking dumb, you know you dead wrong
they ain’t gon’ love you ’till you gone or bring that bag home
tell me where they gon’ be at, like when that bag gone
n*gga f*ck that scamming, tell them fiends to hit my trap phone (aye, yeah)
aye, number nine for you cause you mighty fine
aye, number nine just to let you know you’re mine
aye, cut them b*tches off, now they can’t hit my line
just getting started with this sh*t, ain’t even in my prime
i get 350 for them feats and i ain’t even trying
i ain’t tryna run crazy in these streets, i’m just in the line
aye, at the bank, n*gga f*ck you think
aye, 3.5, n*gga i ain’t sipping on drank

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