midwxst - Laugh2TheBank lyrics
[Intro] Welcome to the things with wings experience (Wings) Fly with me, won't you? [Chorus: ericdoa] Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha, (Laugh to the bank, like, yeah) Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha (Laugh to the bank, like—) [Verse 1: ericdoa] Me and the bros, we came up from nothing F.N. with the scope, I'm making 'em run Designer we tote, it's hurting my lungs They callin' em clones, I'm callin' em sons I might call Janick and go out to lunch Got a stick if he panic, it came with a punch How I take your b*tch, but I look like McLovin? Made the most in my family, not telling me nothin' I got suicide doors, and they kicking thе bucket People say that thеy got you, but I do not trust it Stop, I'm with the gang, and we ready to mob I'm in New York, I throw up the rock I'm at the function, I pour up cîroc Made six figures off of hyperpop Quiet kid, I don't like to talk Stay low, but they got your drop [Chorus: ericdoa] Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha, (Laugh to the bank, like, yeah) Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha (Laugh to the bank, like—) Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha, (Laugh to the bank, like, yeah) Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha (Laugh to the bank, like—) [Verse 2: midwxst] I made a mil', I'm not talking 'bout Mac I'm sippin' that water, I only sip flat You say that I'm floppin', b*tch, look at my stats My coupe is incredible, that sh*t go dash I don't wanna talk if it's not about cash Eighteen with six figures, boy, I got a big bag These ni**as be trippin', they must be on tabs I'm in a coupe, b*tch, I feel like Mad Max, yeah I had to tell 'em, "Relax" Like groceries, spendin' my bag That ni**a mad that I'm goin' up really fast But I was speakin' all these facts But that ni**a sad Like murderers I'll take a stab I feel like Dexter, b*tch, I'm in the lab Oh, he want a feature, well, I'm finna tax I feel like I'm Dolly, b*tch, hop out the 'Lac I'm in they mouth with a tool like a dentist You wanna be me, boy, you my apprentice On stage and the crowd know they finish my sentence My manager told me to watch all my spending, ha But I didn't listen, ex-girl thinking 'bout me, reminiscing My pockets big, like a politician Said I'm not hard? Well, that sh*t is fiction, b*tch I'm in New York, b*tch, I feel like a nun My bro walk around, and we totin' that tool These ni**as be cappin', no, they are not true White girl in my DMs, she sippin' on Trulys I know some bloods, and I know me some cripps Two choppas on bro, call 'em Lilo and Stitch That ni**a cappin', not ready for this Me and Eric hit the stu', made a hit, b*tch [Chorus: ericdoa] Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha, (Laugh to the bank, like, yeah) Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha (Laugh to the bank, like—) Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha, (Laugh to the bank, like, yeah) Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha (Laugh to the bank, like—) [Outro] This is a **** exclusive (Ha, ha, ha, laugh to the bank, like, yeah) Laughing all the way to the bank (Ha, ha, ha, laugh to the bank, like, yeah)