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Atm Video (MV)




Performed By: Boss Bigg & 500 Kellz
Length: 3:01
Written by: Branden Kellem, Christopher Wesley




Boss Bigg & 500 Kellz - Atm Lyrics
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Im off the drugs right now cant you tell
In a hellcat whip doin fishtails
She suck me so good ima pay for her nails
Dumb drip I got sauce yea im fly as hell
Cavalli my kicks im havin too much of this shit
Culinary diamonds look like some lemon heads
I can say what I mean but it dont mean you understand
Whip up the butter lookin like a Amish man
Swiper swiper more money than an ATM
Chanel drip she got cake in there
This a hotbox windows up bake a zip in there
Ghetto bougie bitch wit some Brazilian hair
Pack touchdown tell em pull up right in the rear
Addicted to fashion love some Gucci stay in there
Headed up north ima cop me a Moncler
Aint no love in these streets aint nobody that play fair
Aint no love in these streets you cant even trust a bitch cuz all if these bitches they creep
In the jungle strong prey on the weak
Do you comprehend understand what I preach
I can give you some sauce but I cannot teach
I got 4 hoes in a big body jeep
Spillin sauce all ova the beat
She drippin wet all ova the sheets
Come get ya hoe she addicted to me
Sauce on my body its all ova me
I keep dem rackaids in my skinny jeans
On a cash route no in between
Drop a deuce in a Faygo cream
Beat dat bitch back in that lil bitch she cream on me
She hit a note like Rihanna she sing for me
Yo brokeness contagious just look at ya circle
Double cup whats in it somethin purple
Im off the drugs right now cant you tell
In a hellcat whip doin fishtails
She suck me so good ima pay for her nails
Dumb drip I got sauce yea im fly as hell
Cavalli my kicks im havin too much of this shit
Culinary diamonds look like some lemon heads
I can say what I mean but it dont mean you understand
Whip up the butter lookin like a Amish man
Swiper swiper more money than an ATM
Chanel drip she got cake in there
This a hotbox windows up bake a zip in there
Ghetto bougie bitch wit some Brazilian hair
Pack touchdown tell em pull up right in the rear
Addicted to fashion love some Gucci stay in there
Headed up north ima cop me a Moncler
Aint no love in these streets aint nobody that play fair
Biggee baby, AY!
Im from a city where they play for keeps
Stuffin three five in a backwood leaf
Gucci drip came from overseas
Got shawty wet like the Florida keys
I like her betta when she on her knees
Ima big dawg but I dont do fleas
Vvs ice when I raise my sleeve
Pack touchdown I got what u need
Whippin whippin in a foreign I skrt
Up early like im goin to work
Sunday morning Granny goin to church
Im in the traphouse goin berserk
I beat a pack out like Ali
Feds lurkin all on IG
Headshot so its no ID
Red dot red dot
Sendin niggas greendots in the bing
Hold shit down for the whole team
Louis V belt but it still say Supreme
Cant trust in these hoes they aint what they seem
Both of my wrist on water no spring
Jays want the dope you know its clean
Rollin rollin yeah im on a bean
Two liter pour a four of the lean
Im off the drugs right now cant you tell
She suck me so good ima pay for her nails
Cavalli my kicks im havin too much of this shit
I can say what I mean but it dont mean you understand
Swiper swiper more money than an ATM
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Im off the drugs right now cant you tell
In a hellcat whip doin fishtails
She suck me so good ima pay for her nails
Dumb drip I got sauce yea im fly as hell
Cavalli my kicks im havin too much of this shit
Culinary diamonds look like some lemon heads
I can say what I mean but it dont mean you understand
Whip up the butter lookin like a Amish man
Swiper swiper more money than an ATM
Chanel drip she got cake in there
This a hotbox windows up bake a zip in there
Ghetto bougie bitch wit some Brazilian hair
Pack touchdown tell em pull up right in the rear
Addicted to fashion love some Gucci stay in there
Headed up north ima cop me a Moncler
Aint no love in these streets aint nobody that play fair
Aint no love in these streets you cant even trust a bitch cuz all if these bitches they creep
In the jungle strong prey on the weak
Do you comprehend understand what I preach
I can give you some sauce but I cannot teach
I got 4 hoes in a big body jeep
Spillin sauce all ova the beat
She drippin wet all ova the sheets
Come get ya hoe she addicted to me
Sauce on my body its all ova me
I keep dem rackaids in my skinny jeans
On a cash route no in between
Drop a deuce in a Faygo cream
Beat dat bitch back in that lil bitch she cream on me
She hit a note like Rihanna she sing for me
Yo brokeness contagious just look at ya circle
Double cup whats in it somethin purple
Im off the drugs right now cant you tell
In a hellcat whip doin fishtails
She suck me so good ima pay for her nails
Dumb drip I got sauce yea im fly as hell
Cavalli my kicks im havin too much of this shit
Culinary diamonds look like some lemon heads
I can say what I mean but it dont mean you understand
Whip up the butter lookin like a Amish man
Swiper swiper more money than an ATM
Chanel drip she got cake in there
This a hotbox windows up bake a zip in there
Ghetto bougie bitch wit some Brazilian hair
Pack touchdown tell em pull up right in the rear
Addicted to fashion love some Gucci stay in there
Headed up north ima cop me a Moncler
Aint no love in these streets aint nobody that play fair
Biggee baby, AY!
Im from a city where they play for keeps
Stuffin three five in a backwood leaf
Gucci drip came from overseas
Got shawty wet like the Florida keys
I like her betta when she on her knees
Ima big dawg but I dont do fleas
Vvs ice when I raise my sleeve
Pack touchdown I got what u need
Whippin whippin in a foreign I skrt
Up early like im goin to work
Sunday morning Granny goin to church
Im in the traphouse goin berserk
I beat a pack out like Ali
Feds lurkin all on IG
Headshot so its no ID
Red dot red dot
Sendin niggas greendots in the bing
Hold shit down for the whole team
Louis V belt but it still say Supreme
Cant trust in these hoes they aint what they seem
Both of my wrist on water no spring
Jays want the dope you know its clean
Rollin rollin yeah im on a bean
Two liter pour a four of the lean
Im off the drugs right now cant you tell
She suck me so good ima pay for her nails
Cavalli my kicks im havin too much of this shit
I can say what I mean but it dont mean you understand
Swiper swiper more money than an ATM
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Writer: Branden Kellem, Christopher Wesley
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