Deposit (feat. JAIMONEYY)

I went to the bank and I placed a deposit It is not something if you really got it Looked in my closet, she saw her the option She keep on spending her paycheck on shopping She don't eat seafood, she only eat tilapia Hottest to drop this year, didn't want shock ya Put the strap in her bag, think it was Prada Fat ladies don't sing, we killing the opera Punches be hitting, they say I'm a boxer She says she natural, I know her doctor She keep her percs in her purse and it's Prada I'm just wishing that this gets a little louder Connections everywhere, I feel like a router Did it myself, yeah, I couldn't be prouder You must be atheist if you are a doubter There's no doubting, how did we do this This is pure talent, sipping too much Been lost my balance, we not gonna stop Till we living in palace OG still driving around in Impala Many days, but I never had bad luck Too much gas, can't stand up I stay with the sauce, no ketchup Heinz 57, better catch up We too deep in now to mess up Too much racks to keep the pants up I was born to the grind, I'm a bastard We stay in first place, they won't catch us Heinz 57, better catch up All this money flowing around the world Yeah, I gotta catch them all, feel like Ash Ketchum Let's catch them, let's cash it out And let's run it up, let's chase it back Let's get it back and let's do it again Let's do it again, we do it every day It's like a boomerang, how the money rain No coming back, ain't no cuts on this Yeah, we run it up, but we ain't folding in On God I went to the bank and I placed a deposit It is not stuntin' if you really got it Looked in my closet, she saw her the options She keep on spending her paychecks on shopping She don't eat seafood, she don't need tilapia I just did drop this year, didn't want shock you Put the strap in her bag, think it was Prada Prada Gucci, Louis, there's so many options J Money spending, I think I'ma cop it Really that nigga like, baby, I got it You gotta stop it, don't gotta drop it J Money got it, took all my money, but y'all can pop it Yeah, no cap, yeah Get money and stay with your pole Keeping it close, I don't wanna go Yeah, nigga make money like, baby, you know I'm stacking up money and we gonna go We getting that shit, racking it up Getting it back, adding it up I'm making so much that I'm feeling like Trump Damn, yeah, damn, okay Yeah, I love getting money like Winnie the Pooh When it come to the hunnid, you get to the cash And stop being broke, I gotta go and just chase me a bag You saying boom, nigga, I'm real fast My pockets green, filled up with cash Yeah, I get it back, yeah Go get that shit Get the money