Ricky P - Bank of America lyrics

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Ricky P - Bank of America lyrics

[Intro: Chevy Woods] I got your b**h on my cellular I'm counting up this is algebra b**h started tripping to hell with her Real trees no medical Keep it a buck with my guys Just came from cooking a pie Standing all over the stove Suicide doors on the Rolls [Chorus: Rich The Kid] More money than Bank of America Look at my diamonds unbearable b**hes they f** on the couch now, I put the dick in her mouth Drink out the bottle we faded Hollywood momma I made it More money than Bank of America Look at my diamonds unbearable b**hes they f** on the couch now, I put the dick in her mouth More money than Bank of America Look at my diamonds unbearable Drink out the bottle we faded Hollywood momma I made it [Verse 1: Rich The Kid] Swerving that Ghost up in Hollywood f** her she s**ing me good You said I wouldn't make it I knew that I would Pull up in a Wraith in the hood Flipping your b**h like a skateboard No roof in that thing just a dashboard Mansion we don't got no neighbors Bangin' I trap with the Taylor's Look at your diamonds they fu-fu Why are you smoking that boo boo? I got a sniper gon' shoot you I'm a big dog call me Blues Clues Look at my diamonds unbearable f** around you might go blind 50 a rollie I'm shining I got your b**h on a [?] I'm swerving no license or ID I was broke got a milli Put the money in the ceiling Bend it over lemme feel it Money like Bank of America Too many rings are unbearable I got a mil on the schedule [?] all my clothes I got several [Chorus: Rich The Kid] More money than Bank of America Look at my diamonds unbearable b**hes they f** on the couch now, I put the dick in her mouth Drink out the bottle we faded Hollywood momma I made it More money than Bank of America Look at my diamonds unbearable b**hes they f** on the couch now, I put the dick in her mouth More money than Bank of America Look at my diamonds unbearable Drink out the bottle we faded Hollywood momma I made it [Verse 2: Chevy Woods] I got your b**h on my cellular I'm counting up this is algebra b**h started tripping to hell with her Real trees no medical Keep it a buck with my guys Just came from cooking a pie Standing all over the stove Suicide doors on the Rolls Tell 'em I'm balling like Vince And my phone jumping like Vince Out in Toronto like Vince 38 special hold 6 Never been friends with the plug We exchange money and d** I double back in a day He started showing me love You mad 'cause I'm getting rich Hollywood Hills me and Rich She topped me after the club I ain't know that was your b**h Creep through the city with tints 'Cause I might be with your main She liking all of my pics She wanna f** for the fame [Chorus: Rich The Kid] More money than Bank of America Look at my diamonds unbearable b**hes they f** on the couch now, I put the dick in her mouth Drink out the bottle we faded Hollywood momma I made it More money than Bank of America Look at my diamonds unbearable b**hes they f** on the couch now, I put the dick in her mouth More money than Bank of America Look at my diamonds unbearable Drink out the bottle we faded Hollywood momma I made it