[Intro]
(DK, you ain't cookin' up)
It's a scam happening all over the country that could become a big problem
Account takeover fraud
It steals your money and all you can do is sit back and watch it happen
[Chorus: BTB Savage]
Send the wire out, I'm finna tell her ass to walk in
MSRs and blank checks on me when I walk in
You tryna put that money on the floor? We can talk then
My partner from the A and he don't scam, he still call me twin
Wake up early morning, hit up Wells and grab a backend
My country play just say he on the way, I'm finna tax him
I got Diors on my feet while I'm rockin' Filthy Fashion
Caught a flight with them checks, you can call me Frank Ab's twin
[Verse 1: BTB Savage]
Niggas mad 'cause I ain't put 'em on, be mad then
I'm switchin' five thousand to my partner, go wrap shit
He keep fuckin' up the bag, so I put on my side bitch
Walk inside of Louis, then I step out on fly shit
Doin' claims in BOA, I'm finna call the fraud department
7K went instant, I'm dunkin' shit like LaMarcus Aldridge
Pullin' wire fraud, I guess I'm a hidden bank robber
She hit the road with a hundred and drove it like it ain't nothin'
They all want the sauce from me, I woke up with my phone jumpin'
Told the guard I'ma be impatient 'til that box come in
Real exotic 'bows in the trap got the spot jumpin'
I don't need to call around, boy, I really got money
Niggas always snitch when pullin' fraud, so keep that shit safe
Them checks like glass, boy, we really got them bitches this way
Drop a check and pull up to BOA, I need everything
Twenty-two thousand on that claim, I ball like Desmond Bane
(DK, you ain't cookin' up)
It's a scam happening all over the country that could become a big problem
Account takeover fraud
It steals your money and all you can do is sit back and watch it happen
[Chorus: BTB Savage]
Send the wire out, I'm finna tell her ass to walk in
MSRs and blank checks on me when I walk in
You tryna put that money on the floor? We can talk then
My partner from the A and he don't scam, he still call me twin
Wake up early morning, hit up Wells and grab a backend
My country play just say he on the way, I'm finna tax him
I got Diors on my feet while I'm rockin' Filthy Fashion
Caught a flight with them checks, you can call me Frank Ab's twin
[Verse 1: BTB Savage]
Niggas mad 'cause I ain't put 'em on, be mad then
I'm switchin' five thousand to my partner, go wrap shit
He keep fuckin' up the bag, so I put on my side bitch
Walk inside of Louis, then I step out on fly shit
Doin' claims in BOA, I'm finna call the fraud department
7K went instant, I'm dunkin' shit like LaMarcus Aldridge
Pullin' wire fraud, I guess I'm a hidden bank robber
She hit the road with a hundred and drove it like it ain't nothin'
They all want the sauce from me, I woke up with my phone jumpin'
Told the guard I'ma be impatient 'til that box come in
Real exotic 'bows in the trap got the spot jumpin'
I don't need to call around, boy, I really got money
Niggas always snitch when pullin' fraud, so keep that shit safe
Them checks like glass, boy, we really got them bitches this way
Drop a check and pull up to BOA, I need everything
Twenty-two thousand on that claim, I ball like Desmond Bane
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