Bank Teller Lyrics - The Art Of Hustle - Yo Gotti

Whole bunch of money on my mind Im a bank teller 

Pharmaceuticals in the trap nigga I'm a dope seller 

Margiela thousand dollars for the tennis shoes 

Make the money, blow the money, blow the money, make the money 

I just blew a sack in Saks 

Closet looking like it's Neimans 

Smoking on that woo sipping Act got me feeling like a demon 

Got me feeling like a monster plus Im bumping Monster by my nigga Future 

Met a bitch so real told her I'm marry her I can tell the future 

Yea bitch Im a profit 

Wake up everyday and profit 

Wake up everyday with new haters knowing niggas can't stop me 

You a hater boy I want to thank you 

Motivate me to get this paper 

Motivate me to fuck your bitches thank me later 

Million dollars and I threw it 

Half a million on a coupe 

2 million dollar budget I said fuck it swinging out the stu 

I been trapping out the booth 

Coke prices through the roof 

Yea the prices prices hella high high cause it's desert storm DJ Clue 

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Whole bunch of money on my mind Im a bank teller 

Pharmaceuticals in the trap nigga I'm a dope seller 

Margiela thousand dollars for the tennis shoes 

Make the money, blow the money, blow the money, make the money 

In the hood giving loans 

Investment property buying homes 

Invest in pack that strong 

Fuck a CP I trust no man 

Uncle Sam I be taxing niggas then withdraw it like a ATM 

Hood rich Im a trap music but Im popping pills bumping EDM 

I just been moving the bank then put a [?] in the vault 

Had to withdrew bout a bag money been all in my thoughts 

Tell the security we good 

Boy we come straight out the hood 

We don't trust niggas with badges only fuck bitches with asses 

Nigga late on a payment make him pay interest 

Nigga late on the payment take em to the trenches 

I can count the money backwards 

Yeah I rap but I'm not a rapper 

Life a movie but I'm not acting ain't no cut scenes straight action 

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Whole bunch of money on my mind Im a bank teller 

Pharmaceuticals in the trap nigga I'm a dope seller 

Margiela thousand dollars for the tennis shoes 

Make the money, blow the money, blow the money, make the money