Its Joey Banks in this hoe
Big bags of dope
I put em on
I came so far
I was dead broke
I know my hustle motivate
And give em hope
Foot on they necks
I put that blade across my throat
I'm killing all these niggas
Please act like you know
Surrounded by the baddest bitches
Thats fasho
If you looking for me
I'm on the West Coast
I been so woke
That all my dreams
Look like they close
They fuck wit me
And I got the whole hood on go
After the bag
I need that cash
And then I'm ghost
I'm getting bread
I got that cake
But want some more
Hit the bodega
I'm in that Gucci and Dior
I bag yo bitch
I turn yo chick
Into my hoe
She for the streets
She ride that dick
Just like a boat
I got her wet
You know she wet
I leave her soaked
All of this money coming in
I need a vault
Them niggas know
Its Joey Banks up in this hoe
The world is yours
So I put my hands on the globe
Fuck all y'all lames
I'm cruising on a private road
We on private islands
I got white sand on my toes
She hit that pose
I'm going deep
I'm finna stoke
I keep my options open
I don't let em close
Ain't bout no money
Then I don't let them approach
Exotic weed
I'm off the lean
It got me throwed
I gotta see a hunnid M's
Before I go
Big bags of dope
I came so far
I was dead broke
I know my hustle motivate
And give em hope
Foot on they necks
I put that blade across my throat
I'm killing all these niggas
Please act like you know
Surrounded by the baddest bitches
Thats fasho
If you looking for me
I'm on the West Coast
I been so woke
That all my dreams
Look like they close
They fuck wit me
And I got the whole hood on go