Wells Fargo (f*cked My Cash App Up) lyrics

[Intro]
Outta town, dropping checks, hoe

[Chorus]
Outta town, dropping check, I just ran into the police
f*cked my Cash app up, now I can't even receive
Made some sh*t off the swiping that you wouldn’t even believe
FedEx banned my address, now I can't even receive
The bank play went through, now a n*gga feel relieved
I've never seen that n*gga balling, throw him in the D league
Went in-store pickup and got a couple TVs
You got the cloudy ass diamonds, I need my sh*t VVS

[Verse 1]
Did a feature for my plug, and he sent a few Ps
One out for my lil’ brother 'cause he stole my car keys
Used a fire ass piece and got some sh*t from (?)
Last week I stuffed a ten piece in a paint can
He tried to reach for something, f*cked around and popped your mans
Then I laughed about it, rolled a blunt, and popped a xan
And I slapped my doctor, he prescribed me fake xans
It's getting that bad, y'all really rocking fake Vans?
Popped my family member then I hid him in a van
Told my lil' cousin sell some weed at our lemonade stand
Gucci suit and tie, I'm a ghetto business man
You won't bust the bank plays, you a f*cking middleman
A band on his head, he gon' meet the bogeyman
Don’t take care of your kids? How the f*ck is you a man?
Ain’t got a dollar in your pocket, why is you on Instagram?
I do it off something else, they think I scam on Instagram
Bring me a TD and I'ma drop that b*tch instant
Shot him in his head and I watched him drop instant
Capped a basketball fan, he liked the Detroit Pistons
I’ll stab you with my knife but b*tch I've got my pistol
Paid 50 for some 4s so wed know they them official
I'm rude to every b*tch but they think that I'm official
Having swipe school, hit my email for auditions
Who getting more money? We gon’ have to sign a petition

[Chorus]
Outta town, dropping check, I just ran into the police
f*cked my Cash app up, now I can't even receive
Made some sh*t off the swiping that you wouldn't even believe
FedEx banned my address, now I can't even receive
The bank play went through, now a n*gga feel relieved
I've never seen that n*gga balling, throw him in the D league
Went in-store pickup and got a couple TVs
You got the cloudy ass diamonds, I need my sh*t VVS

[Verse 2]
Drop a check for 8,000, next day through Wells Fargo
I see you in the Ford, but boy where your car go?
This n*gga think he crispy, he got Levi cargos
He ran off with my money, but he ain't about to go far, hoe
I just poured an eight of Hi-Tech in a Faygo
This sh*t might kill me, dog, this sh*t so dangerous
The Instagram model, man, the b*tch was rich and famous
She got a little followers, now the b*tch think she famous
He tried to buy some shoes from me, and I scammed (?)
Printed a fake ID, now I look like Rodrick Davis
Got a burnout phone then I sent 50 payments
Stupid ass juug, I made him send 50 payments
Brought my ones to the booth, so I had to tip the waitress
He seen me slide at Walmart, so I had to kill the witness
Shot cameraman, told him I don't like pictures
Bought a whole pint and poured that b*tch in a pitcher
He tried to flex the money but he got it out a printer
'Bout to shoot that b*tch up, let that n*gga out the system
She say I play the game too much, so my b*tch broke my system
Heard she talking down, I got into it with my sister