49th Parallel
M’s in the Bank
[Chorus: AK]
Ridin' stolen, we cash in digits for days
Magic golden, cop a Patek for the gang
Y’all got a few likes 'n' retweets
I got them M’s in the bank (Huh)
She fixin' to back it up on me
While I be sippin' the drank
[Verse 1: AK]
New Romero with the brown leather (Skrrt)
Keep all the hoes on a short tether
Just got a news report 'bout the weather
All rain 'cause the drip is heavy (Drip)
Like Zaytoven keep it on a budget
Level headed I'ma rise above it
Haters stay flowin' in by the dozen
Hash sling 'em Easy-Bake Oven
I go stupid on a fuckin’ track
Bipolar like my name was Ye
Hope I earn myself a fuckin’ plaque
For an excessive amount of plays
Got a limit that I'm never at
Got some women I wish I could lay
Got some dishes from some foreign kitchens
Laid ’em all out on a fine display
Come here girl take your welcome pic
Then after breakfast you ride the dick
[Verse 2: Sam Wright Coastal]
12 on the speaker
Speak up
Try to keep up feet up in Adidas
RIP Aretha
Keep a
Franklin in the sweats well kept
Callin' me a rookie but I'm feeling like a vet
Callin' on the phone like she really upset
Hold up I don’t know what to even do next
'Cause bitch I'm 'bout to blow like Kleenex
When I kill it with the flow she's obsessed
So shorty get low
I need head
If I'm kickin' in the door
They get pressed
Shit's gettin' cold on my neck
Shit's gettin' froze you could check
And I'm wetter than Sheck
I need heavier reps
I need more on my set
Need a roll with the lex
'Cause I'm bored with the reg
I was born to just flex
And I told 'em we next
I want more they want less
They like no I'm like bet
I'm like did you forget we the best?
Well you better remember
We colder than December in Everest
Heaven sent us and it's evident
We better than competitor ever been
Medicine is the indica light it up in the cinema
Give no fucks if they into us
And we gone
[Chorus: AK]
Ridin' stolen, we cash in digits for days
Magic golden, cop a Patek for the gang
Y'all got a few likes 'n' retweets
I got them M's in the bank (Huh)
She fixin' to back it up on me
While I be sippin' the drank
[Verse 3: Chilly Boi]
In the kitchen man we water whippin'
Takin' pictures with some pretty women
Snap a chop got that blurry vision
Man we stay lit hands up to the ceiling
I'm a motherfucking pro
These haters lame man, they jokes (Uh)
These hoes be hittin' the slopes (Uh)
I'm gonna get it and go (Uh)
I'm cashin' digits for days
Got a problem, say that shit to my face
So much water drippin' just like a lake
I'm a king bitch, no need to debate
You a bad bitch
You a bad bitch
Making all these other hoes look average
I'm a savage, living lavish
You know i got the whole world doing backflips
Fuck the system, I'm goin' off
I am the cleanest, you gotta floss
I'm going insane with these words that I'm sayin'
Ride down this runway and take off like a plane
Yeah I said it, I meant it, I never regret It
I am the come up, don't ever forget it
I'm doin' this shit, and I don't a fuck
Bust down that door like I am bustin' a nut (Ahh)
[Chorus: AK]
Ridin' stolen, we cash in digits for days
Magic golden, cop a Patek for the gang
Y'all got a few likes 'n' retweets
I got them M's in the bank (Huh)
She fixin' to back it up on me
While I be sippin' the drank