Bankrupt (remix) Lyrics - Lil Baby

[Verse 1: Cuban Doll] 

Hundred bands, times a hundred bands 

Can you get it, ain't no running man 

Keep a hundred rounds, we gon' get him 

I ain't never gave a fuck about no bitch 

Cause I'm bigger and I'm better 

Keep a Smith & Wesson we can do whatever, aye 

You say you a boss, I know you a lame 

And that nigga ugly what the fuck you saying? 

You ain't getting money girl you need a plan 

You a broke bitch, always holding out your hand 

I'm a real bitch 

I just be getting bad 

Spend and get it back then I spend it with my mans 

That money in my hand put it right on your head 

Ain't no loss, I'm a boss I can do that shit again, ayy 

Fuck a role we speak facts 

If a lame bitch talking I won't even speak back 

Keep that .45 all black, we strapped, we back 

Pop up on 'em make a bitch see that, aye 

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[Chorus: Cuban Doll] 

Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash 

I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag 

Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab 

Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy 

[Verse 2: Cuban Doll] 

I'm a real bitch I can't fake shit 

You a fucking pussy you don't shake shit 

You just figured it out bruh you late bitch 

You a broke bitch you ain't got no bands to play with 

Somewhere out in Cali do the dash in a spaceship 

You somewhere in the crib looking mad cause you ain't shit 

You ain't tough, big bank take little bank 

Bitch you bankrupt 

All them hoes losing but they ain't us 

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[Chorus: Cuban Doll] 

Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash 

I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag 

Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab 

Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy 

Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash 

I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag 

Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab 

Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy 

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty] 

All these mad rappers dirty, will I keep a .30 

Spent long nights ridin' low and dirty, now my coupe is prayin' 

223 cockin', get to jerkin' have 'em niggas swervin' 

Niggas servin', bitches drinkin' bourbon, I remember back when hoes was curvin' 

Now I fuck hoes when I wanna (yeah) 

Bro used to post on the corner (yeah) 

[?] bitches was foreign 

Killin' shit, sendin' these hoes to the corner (yeah) 

Don't be sad now a nigga up 

AP's goin' dumb, why you comin' out bitch if you ain't tryna make me cum? 

Stupid ass bitch, I said so, wanna smack you 

Gon' and pull up so my lil sister can stab you 

Gang posted up on the corner like a statue 

Clip round my chest like a motherfuckin' satchel 

[Pre-Chorus: Cuban Doll] 

You ain't tough, big bank take little bank 

Bitch you bankrupt 

All them hoes losing but they ain't us 

You ain't tough, big bank take little bank 

Bitch you bankrupt 

All them hoes losing but they ain't us 

[Chorus: Cuban Doll] 

Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash 

I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag 

Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab 

Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy 

Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash 

I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag 

Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab 

Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy 

[Verse 4: Lil Baby] 

100 bottles, no sparklers, we already lit 

Thousand hunnid, all the bills like its counterfeit 

Love the hoe, I slap the bitch, we on some different shit 

This shit didn't come from round the way, I'm on some different drip 

Sticky, she wanna get with me 

I need me a bad broad, then again, a Nicki 

Ain't leavin' no witnesses, Christian Lou', a murder scene 

Shout out to the homies behind the wall, yeah, the murder team 

The old murder team, the ones that can't be silent 

Sippin' 'methazine, it got me out my body 

Date time, go and throw a dime all in Folly 

Big bank take little bank, I'm really gettin' money 

[Pre-Chorus: Cuban Doll] 

You ain't tough, big bank take little bank 

Bitch you bankrupt 

All them hoes losing but they ain't us 

You ain't tough, big bank take little bank 

Bitch you bankrupt 

All them hoes losing but they ain't us 

[Chorus: Cuban Doll] 

Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash 

I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag 

Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab 

Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy 

Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash 

I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag 

Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab 

Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy