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)