JAMBA BOYS - Rank

I got rank
I got bank
I might stash a quarter mill right in the safe
I might just throw all my ice on, and watch a bitch faint
My niggas go pull up and pop shit, but what did you think
We gonna pull up and wet
We gonna pull up and chop this shit down
I knew that boy turned to fed, when he see the cops around
Your shawty geeked off the X, don't bring your little hoe around
You really thought she was loyal, but she′s over here bussin it down
Can't trust no bitch can't wife no bitch
All about the money put ice on my wrist
Diamonds dancing, just like Prince
It′s gonna blind you when you watch it glisten
But I fuck with shawty chill little vibe
Sorry little baby can't waste no time
Getting to the money and that′s alright
So sorry little baby I'm dipping for the night
So nigga come get your hoe
She′s selling pussy by the corner store
Let her roll she gone drop the lo
Then we coming to kick your door
Get the money and get some more
Get to the crib and pour a four
I told you nigga don't trust your hoe
I'm just saying, that′s how it goes
I got rank
I got bank
I might stash a quarter mill right in the safe
I might just throw all my ice on, and watch a bitch faint
My niggas go pull up and pop shit, but what did you think
We gonna pull up and wet
We gonna pull up and chop this shit down
I knew that boy turned to fed, when he see the cops around
Your shawty geeked off the X, don't bring your little hoe around
You really thought she was loyal, but she′s over here busting it down
Bust down like Blueface, nut on that girls face
I pull up on that girl Wednesday and Thursday
I pull up on that girl then I go fly to Atlanta, I wanna go see the Hawks play
We don't got no damn time for them games
We just pull out those sticks and start spraying
You're gonna pull out that bible start praying
But it′s too late, those bullets they're flying and landing
Tell God light the way
But you know I pull up on em it's space time and FaceTime
And it′s bright today, so you know girls gonna come over wanna show face now
And A. Broadway, she got too famous so she ain′t gone text back my texts now
Been a minute since I heard it with the bass now
Know some people they just trying to beat the case now
I got rank
I got bank
I might stash a quarter mill right in the safe
I might just throw all my ice on, and watch a bitch faint
My niggas gone pull up and pop shit, but what did you think
We gonna pull up and wet
We gonna pull up and chop this shit down
I knew that boy turned to fed, when he see the cops around
Your shawty geeked off the X, don′t bring your little hoe around
You really thought she was loyal, but she's over here busting it down

Written by:
JAMBA BOYS, Jay Anderson, KRT Music, Kyrin Thomas, Young Heatsy Money

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