Laugh2TheBank

[Intro] (Twenty, where you at?) (Welcome to the things with wings experience, wings) (Fly with me, won't you?) (Calm down, I'll just call Robert) [Chorus: ericdoa] Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha, (Laugh to the bank like, yeah) Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha (Laugh to the bank like—) [Verse 1: ericdoa] Me and the bros, we came up from nothing FN with the scope, I'm making him run The Za' we toke, it's hurting my lungs They callin' 'em clones, I'm callin' 'em sons I might call Janick and go out to lunch Got a stick if he panic, it came with a punch How I take your bitch, but I look like McLovin? Made the most in my family, not telling me nothin' I got suicidе doors, and they kicking the bucket Pеople say that they got you, but I do not trust it Stop, I'm with the gang, and we ready to mob I'm in New York, I throw up the rock I'm at the function, I pour up Cîroc Made six figures off of hyperpop Quiet kid, I don't like to talk Stay low, but I got your drop [Chorus: ericdoa] Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha, (Laugh to the bank like, yeah) Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha (Laugh to the bank like—) Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha, (Laugh to the bank like, yeah) Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha (Laugh to the bank like—) [Verse 2: midwxst] I made a mill', I'm not talking 'bout Mac I'm sippin' that water, I only sip flat You say that I'm floppin', bitch, look at my stats My coupe is incredible, that shit gon' dash I don't wanna talk if it's not about cash Eighteen with six figures, boy, I got a big bag These niggas be trippin', they must be off tabs I'm in the coupe, bitch, I feel like Mad Max, yeah I had to tell 'em, "Relax" Like groceries, spendin' my bag (Ha-ha) That nigga mad that I'm goin' up really fast But I was speakin' all these facts But that nigga sad (Ha) Like murderers, I'll take a stab I feel like Dexter, bitch, I'm in the lab Oh, he want a feature? Well, I'm finna tax I feel like I'm Dolly, bitch, hop out the 'Lac I'm in they mouth with a tool like a dentist You wanna be me, boy, you my apprentice (Oh-oh) On stage and the crowd know, they finish my sentence (Twenty, where you at?) My manager told me to watch all my spending, ha (Calm down, I'll just call Robert) But I didn't listen, ex-girl thinking 'bout me, reminiscing My pockets big like a politician Said I'm not hard? Well, that shit is fiction, bitch I'm in EA, bitch, I feel like I'm Nudy My bro walk around, know we totin' that toolie These niggas be cappin', no, they are not true White girl in my DMs, she sippin' on Trulys I know some Bloods, and I know me some Crips Two choppas on bro, call 'em Lilo and Stitch That nigga cappin', not ready for this Me and Eric hit the stu', made a hit, bitch [Chorus: ericdoa] Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha, (Laugh to the bank like, yeah) Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha (Laugh to the bank like—) Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha, (Laugh to the bank like, yeah) Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha (Laugh to the bank like—) [Outro] This is a umru exclusive (Ha, ha, ha, laugh to the bank like, yeah) Laughing all the way to the bank (Ha, ha, ha, laugh to the bank like, yeah)