Bankrupt Lyrics - Cuban Doll

Hundred bands, talks a hundred bands Can you get it, 

ain't no running man Keep a hundred rounds, 

we gon' get him I ain't never gave a fuck 

about no bitch Cause I'm bigger and I'm better 

Keep a Smith & Wessun we can do whatever, aye 

You say you a boss, 

I know you a lame And that nigga ugly what the fuck you saying 

You ain't getting money girl you need a plan 

You a broke bitch, always holding out your hand 

I'm a real bitch, 

I just be getting bad Spend and get 

it back then I spend it with my mans 

That money in my hand put it right on your head 

Ain't no loss, I'm a boss I can do that shit again, aye 

Fuck a roll we speak face 

If a lame bitch talking I won't even speak that 

Keep that .45 all black, we strapped we back 

Pop up on them make a b*tch see that, aye 

F*ck all them niggas we gon' f*ck up this cash 

I hopped out my feelings then I hopped in my bag 

Hopped in a foreign, b*tch you hopped in them cabs 

Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, aye aye 

I'm a real bitch I can't fake shit 

You a fucking pussy you don't shake shit 

You just figured it out bruh you late bitch 

You a broke bitch you ain't got no vest to play with 

Somewhere out in Cali do the dash in a spaceship 

You somewhere in the crib looking mad cause you ain't shit 

You ain't tough, big bank take little bank Bitch you bankrupt 

All them hoes losing but they ain't us 

Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash 

I hopped out my feelings then I hopped in my bag 

Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in them cabs 

Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass 

Aye, fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash 

I hopped out my feelings then I hopped in my bag 

Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in them cabs 

Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, aye 

Bitch bands, bands, 

don't fuck up this dashboard bitches want 

problems we gon' give 'em what they ask for 

That's what this cash for, I need that like a landlord 

You bitches half step, somebody please drop a bag on 'em 

Bitch why you lying you ain't never got no cash, 

ho you nigga why you trying to act tough ain't no straps on you 

Bitches turned their back, yeah it's cool I just stacked on 'em 

I was getting money way before I seen rap money 

Them hoes hate together when that check end 

But b*tch you more broke than your best friend 

That chop right beside me like my best man 

Fuck a wedding when it ring watch your head split 

You ain't tough, big bank take little bank Bitch you bankrupt 

All them hoes losing but they ain't us You ain't 

tough, big bank take little bank Bitch you bankrupt 

All them hoes losing but they ain't us 

Fuck all them niggas we gon' fick up this cash 

I hopped out my feelings then I hopped in my bag 

Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in them cabs 

Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, aye 

Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash 

I hopped out my feelings then I hopped in my bag 

Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in them cabs 

Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, aye 

Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, aye 

Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass 

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