Video Fck Pnc Bank de Ynw Melly 2024 Rap Lyrics

Ynw Melly - Fck Pnc Bank Lyrics

[Intro]
Alright
Go'n get it
Woo woo, yeah
Man, it's somethin' 'bout this mic, I like how my voice be soundin'
I said mic, not molly
You dig, hold up, I'm recordin' (Hey), don't hang up
And I'm sober as fuck

[Chorus]
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, bitch, I'm all about a bag
I just spent 16 hundred dollars on a bag, ayy
Got a 40 Glock with a beam, extended mag, ayy
It don't got a beam but it still get on your ass, ayy
Fuckin' with Young Nigga World, them boys gon' bust your ass, uh
PNC got me fucked up, they talkin' 'bout add, ayy
I told her I want 20 thousand cash, huh
PNC said, "Hell nah, kiss my ass," oh

[Post-Chorus]
Uh, yeah yeah, uh uh, yeah yeah
Oh oh, yeah yeah, all I want is cash, yeah
Oh oh, yeah yeah, all to pop a bag
I spent 16 hundred on a pack

[Verse 1]
Now I gotta hit the bank every single day (I'm tired)
YNW, I'm talkin' 'bout Young Nigga Way
Have you ever seen a hundred round on SK? (Never)
Have you ever seen two freaky bitches goin' gay? ('Cause I did)
Have you ever seen a nigga whip up the yay? (No)
I'ma tell you now, you never seen it, you cap (Capper)
I'ma tell you now, you never post in the trap (The trap)
I'ma keep it real 'til the day I collapse
'Til my heart drop to my stomach, I'ma keep spazzin'
I'm a young rich nigga, Maserati and an Aston
I want 'em, I want 'em
Uh, fuck, damn, I don't really like this Maserati truck
I want a Lambo with 18 passenger seats
Your main bitch say she wanna suck a young nigga's meat
It's Melly, baby, and your bitch tryna swallow my skeet
Ooh, ooh, nigga sweet like Reese's Pieces

[Chorus]
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, bitch, I'm all about a bag
I just spent 16 hundred dollars on a bag, ayy
Got a 40 Glock with a beam, extended mag, ayy
It don't got a beam but it still get on your ass, ayy
Fuckin' with Young Nigga World, them boys gon' bust your ass, uh
PNC got me fucked up, they talkin' 'bout add, ayy
I told her I want 20 thousand cash, huh
PNC said, "Hell nah, kiss my ass"

[Post-Chorus]
Uh, yeah yeah, uh uh, yeah yeah
Oh oh, yeah yeah, all I want is cash, yeah
Oh oh, yeah yeah, all to pop a bag
I spent 16 hundred on a pack

[Verse 2]
I say wash that dirty money with me
I say won't you bome and wash that dirty money with me
Oh yeah yeah, count them dirty hundreds with me
Oh yeah yeah, count them dirty hundreds with me
Oh yeah yeah, walk through the bank like bitch kiss my ass
Walk through the bank and I popped a price tag
Swipe the credit card in the middle of the store
I'm important to Gucci, been to too many Tom Ford
Racks on me
What am I gon' do with all these racks on me?
What am I gon' do with all these racks on me?
What am I gon' do with all these racks on me? Ayy
Go and get the money, fuck it up and get them bommas, baby
Go and get the money, fuck it up and get them bommas, baby, oh
Go and get them bommas, ayy
Go and get them bommas, you could fuck the banker's mama, yeah

[Chorus]
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, bitch, I'm all about a bag
I just spent 16 hundred dollars on a bag, ayy
Got a 40 Glock with a beam, extended mag, ayy
It don't got a beam but it still get on your ass, ayy
Fuckin' with Young Nigga World, them boys gon' bust your ass, uh
PNC got me fucked up, they talkin' 'bout add, ayy
I told her I want 20 thousand cash, huh
PNC said, "Hell nah, kiss my ass"

[Post-Chorus]
Uh, yeah yeah, uh uh, yeah yeah
Oh oh, yeah yeah, all I want is cash, yeah
Oh oh, yeah yeah, all to pop a bag
I spent 16 hundred on a pack