Bank of America Chevy Woods (Ft. Rich The Kid)

[Intro: Chevy Woods]
I got your bitch on my cellular
I'm counting up this is algebra
Bitch started tripping to hell with her
Real trees no medical
Keep it a buck with my guys
Just came from cooking a pie
Standing all over the stove
Suicide doors on the Rolls

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
More money than Bank of America
Look at my diamonds unbearable
Bitches they fuck on the couch now, I put the dick in her mouth
Drink out the bottle we faded
Hollywood momma I made it
More money than Bank of America
Look at my diamonds unbearable
Bitches they fuck on the couch now, I put the dick in her mouth
More money than Bank of America
Look at my diamonds unbearable
Drink out the bottle we faded
Hollywood momma I made it

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Swerving that Ghost up in Hollywood
Fuck her she sucking me good
You said I wouldn't make it I knew that I would
Pull up in a Wraith in the hood
Flipping your bitch like a skateboard
No roof in that thing just a dashboard
Mansion we don't got no neighbors
Bangin' I trap with the Taylor's
Look at your diamonds they fu-fu
Why are you smoking that boo boo?
I got a sniper gon' shoot you
I'm a big dog call me Blues Clues
Look at my diamonds unbearable
Fuck around you might go blind
50 a rollie I'm shining
I got your bitch on a [?]
I'm swerving no license or ID
I was broke got a milli
Put the money in the ceiling
Bend it over lemme feel it
Money like Bank of America
Too many rings are unbearable
I got a mil on the schedule
[?] all my clothes I got several