Out the Bank by Young Garcia Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, Brrt!
Mhmm, mhmm
Young Garcia! Young Garcia Entertainment!
Brrt!
Haha
Ay, I don't want you here
Almighty Nate!

[Verse]
I don't know who on the phone now
I made another bag, and now I'm blowing up
I made another choppa, and now I'm blowing up
I need my momma, I'm bout' to have a glow up
Pull up with a choppa, in the benz yeah
And I give the .20 to my friend yeah
And I ain't saying I'm better than my friend yeah
Cause' without my friends I really wouldn't be here
You make it hard to trust, I keep it 100 after I'm out the bank
I know I'm out the bank
I know I got some bass, I know I'm killing all these tracks
And now I'm on mary jane, and then she started hating
And now she pushing, wait hol' up baby