Broken Hearted Pro - Straight to the Bank

Yeah
What I said it was money season
Huh
Yeah
Get to that bread season
Uh
I'm goin' straight to the bank yeah
Uh
Uh
Whoa
Aye pro cut all that racket
I'm 'bout to hop off a jet
And go Straight to the bank yeah
Straight to the bank yeah
Straight to the bank yeah
Count up a check
And go Straight to the bank yeah
Straight to the bank yeah
Straight to the bank
I'ma count up this bread
I'ma count up this bread yeah
I'ma make sure it's
To the ceiling yes
To the bank
Straight to the bank
To the bank
Straight to the bank
I elevated my bank
I levitated my rank
Black car beat you in a race
I call it sayin' my grace
I will put you in a stasis, when you see my real estate
Eat on a day-to-day basis, that just came off of your plate
In my zone
I just popped a Jigger now I'm gone
Should've stayed home
Caught me fuckin' yo bitch and you blown
I'm dressed in all black
When I feel like a god I'm 'bout to go home
My screen must be cracked
You know it's that cash app that's hittin' my phone
Straight to the bank
This ain't what you think
Sing to your bitch like I'm Tank
I might fuck on your bitch in a tank
I heard your new song and it's Jank'
Like Chong I'm smokin' that dank
If I don't got the gun you'll get shanked
Whoa
I'm 'bout to hop off a jet
And go Straight to the bank yeah
Straight to the bank yeah
Straight to the bank yeah
Count up a check
And go Straight to the bank yeah
Straight to the bank yeah
Straight to the bank
I'ma count up this bread
I'ma count up this bread yeah
I'ma make sure it's
To the ceiling yes
To the bank
Straight to the bank
To the bank
Straight to the bank

Written by:
Darrien Woodson

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