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NLE Choppa- Break the Bank (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Potts
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
diorr!
diorr!
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Co-Producer
diorr!
diorr!
Producer
Tiernan Cranny
Tiernan Cranny
Mastering Engineer
Aaron Mattes
Aaron Mattes
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Damn, Dior) I'm savin' that shit for later, you know what I'm sayin'? I don't even wanna hear the lies Man, keep it to yourself Know what I'm sayin'? Soaking wet, silhouette, pictures that I capture of her Keep it in my wallet, lookin' at it while I'm out in public Flesh to flesh, breath to breath, we are one with each other We come from nothin', so it's only right I give you some' All the love you would need, you my drugs, simple things like a hug Give a buzz when you blush Holidays be your fate, but this gift just because I say this gift just because I'm a giver Give her gifts everyday, Christmas It's her, pick her up, kiss her, then dick her Brag on her, fist her, ha, I'm finna bend her What's on yo' agenda? Can I eat it for dinner? Ease the tension, yo' physique what I'm pleasin' Every season, I keep a CC's, got it seasoned Your friends tend to hate up on you 'cause I keep you decent Diamonds is a girl's best friend, it's all you needin' So here, hundred K in both yo' ears, listen here I don't wanna hear complaints, for you, I'll break the bank Get whatever you can think, whatever picture, I'ma paint Yeah (picture, I'ma paint) And my back through the rain, don't let my feelings die in vain No, I don't wanna hear complaints, for you, I'll break the bank Switch yo' mood and since I been rubbin' yo' back Deep breaths, relax, massagin' you before we sex With my tongue down your spine, give you chills when I do that Take yo' ass, spice that, pull yo' hair, grip yo' neck Bite your lips when you moan, I'ma grunt from the back Get to the front, gotta make that face for nothin' Bring you closer when you cummin', tight grip that keep on punchin' And in your ear, I say I came too, when you seek some' I dont know, but I do know She know that I'ma go hard for her on the bed On the floor, kitchen counter, on the stove Goin' hard 'bout her beef, 'til you play, we mop a ho' Going hard 'bout your bank account, I'm tryin' to see them O's Give her business, show the ropes, and later on, reflect the growth I been breadwinnin', bitch, I need a breadwinner too In my plans, I include you, that's how supposed to do Fuck they chromes, when we shot, comin' for the whole fool Hol' up, look I don't wanna hear complaints, for you, I'll break the bank Get whatever you can think, whatever picture, I'ma paint Yeah (picture, I'ma paint) And my back through the rain, don't let my feelings die in vain No, I don't wanna hear complaints, for you, I'll break the bank
Writer(s): Samuel Jones, Bryson Potts, Rasmus Kjaer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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