f*ck PNC Bank lyrics

[Intro]
Alright
Go'n get it
Woo woo, yeah
Man, it's somethin' 'bout this mic, I like how my voice be soundin'
I said mic, not molly
You dig, hold up, I'm recordin' (Hey), don't hang up
And I'm sober as f*ck (J-JayO)

[Chorus]
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, b*tch, I'm all about a bag
I just spent sixteen hundred dollars on a bag, ayy (Gucci bag)
Got a .40 Glock with a beam, extended mag, ayy (Extended mag)
It don't got a beam but it still get on your ass, ayy (Your ass)
f*ckin' with Young n*gga World, them boys gon' bust your ass, uh (Shoot my opps)
PNC got me f*cked up, they talkin' 'bout add, ayy ('Bout add)
I told her I want twenty thousand cash, huh (Cash)
PNC said, "Hell nah, kiss my ass," oh

[Post-Chorus]
Uh, yeah yeah, uh uh, yeah yeah
Oh oh, yeah yeah, all I want is cash, yeah (Cash, cash)
Oh oh, yeah yeah, all to pop a bag
I spent sixteen hundred on a pack

[Verse 1]
Now I gotta hit the bank every single day (I'm tired)
YNW, I'm talkin' 'bout Young n*gga Ways
Have you ever seen a hundred rounds on SK? (Never)
Have you ever seen two freaky b*tches goin' gay? ('Cause I did)
Have you ever seen a n*gga whip up the yay? (No)
I'ma tell you now, you never seen it, you cap (Capper)
I'ma tell you now, you never post in the trap (The trap)
I'ma keep it real 'til the day I collapse
'Til my heart drop to my stomach, I'ma keep spazzin'
I'm a young rich n*gga, Maserati, and an Aston
I want 'em, I want 'em
Uh, f*ck, damn, I don't really like this Maserati truck
I want a Lambo with eighteen passenger seats
Your main b*tch say she wanna suck a young n*gga's meat
It's Melly, baby, and your b*tch tryna swallow my skeet
Ooh, ooh, n*gga sweet like Reese's Pieces
[Chorus]
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, b*tch, I'm all about a bag
I just spent sixteen hundred dollars on a bag, ayy
Got a. 40 Glock with a beam, extended mag, ayy (Oh, extended mag)
It don't got a beam but it still get on your ass, ayy
f*ckin' with Young n*gga World, them boys gon' bust your ass, uh
PNC got me f*cked up, they talkin' 'bout add, ayy
I told her I want twenty thousand cash, huh
PNC said, "Hell nah, kiss my ass"

[Post-Chorus]
Uh, yeah yeah, uh uh, yeah yeah
Oh oh, yeah yeah, all I want is cash, yeah
Oh oh, yeah yeah, all to pop a bag
I spent sixteen hundred on a pack

[Verse 2]
I say wash that dirty money with me
I say won't you bome and wash that dirty money with me
Oh yeah yeah, count them dirty hundreds with me
Oh yeah yeah, count them dirty hundreds with me
Oh yeah yeah, walk through the bank like b*tch kiss my ass
Walk through the bank and I popped a price tag
Swipe the credit card in the middle of the store
I'm important to Gucci, been to too many times 'fore
Racks on me
What am I gon' do with all these racks on me? (Oh yeah, yeah)
What am I gon' do with all these racks on me?
What am I gon' do with all these racks on me? Ayy (Oh yeah, yeah)
Go and get the money, f*ck it up and get them bommas, baby
Go and get the money, f*ck it up and get them bommas, baby, oh
Go and get them bommas, ayy
Go and get them bommas, you could f*ck the banker's mama, yeah
[Chorus]
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, b*tch, I'm all about a bag (Bag)
I just spent sixteen hundred dollars on a bag, ayy (Gucci)
Got a 40 Glock with a beam, extended mag, ayy (Uh)
It don't got a beam but it still get on your ass, ayy (Your ass)
f*ckin' with Young n*gga World, them boys gon' bust your ass, uh
PNC got me f*cked up, they talkin' 'bout add, ayy
I told her I want 20 thousand cash, huh
PNC said, "Hell nah, kiss my ass"

[Post-Chorus]
Uh, yeah, yeah, uh uh, yeah, yeah
Oh oh, yeah, yeah, all I want is cash, yeah
Oh oh, yeah yeah, all to pop a bag
I spent sixteen hundred on a pack (On my bag)