Lord, I need some commas on my bank account Dollars, yeah, a big amount All these niggas passin' by, goin' up They don't even need to know what's rap to be blowin' up Guess I should be droppin' lines like commas on my bank account Dollars, yeah, a big amount All these niggas passin' by, goin' up They don't even need to know what's rap to be blowin' up Guess I should be dropping lines like commas on my bank account Dollars, yeah, a big amount All these niggas passin' by, goin' up They don't even need to know what's rap to be blowin' up Guess I should be dropping lines like commas on my bank account Dollars, yeah, a big amount All these niggas passin' by, goin' up They don't even need to know what's rap to be blowin' up Guess I should be dropping lines like— Fuck them Gucci, Louis pants I don't give a fuck 'bout no stupid brands Nigga got his own style from the motherland Your baby mama can't stop with that cuddlin' Work that coochie till it's red That's why she doesn't talk to her stupid mans Her belly full of my guys, now they'ore puddlin' She ain't even my type, bro, it's troublin' Too much, I don't know how to stop (come here) New crush, damn, they all wanna fuck (tommy) Do a bunch, then I'm back on my stuff (plottin') Few of us, just a few for a spot (I'm comin') Lord, I need some commas on my bank account Dollars, yeah, a big amount All these niggas passin' by, goin' up They don't even need to know what's rap to be blowin' up Guess I should be droppin' lines like commas on my bank account Dollars, yeah, a big amount All these niggas passin' by, goin' up They don't even need to know what's rap to be blowin' up Guess I should be dropping lines like-