Its Joey Banks in this hoe Big bags of dope I put em on I came so far I was dead broke I know my hustle motivate And give em hope Foot on they necks I put that blade across my throat I'm killing all these niggas Please act like you know Surrounded by the baddest bitches Thats fasho If you looking for me I'm on the West Coast I been so woke That all my dreams Look like they close They fuck wit me And I got the whole hood on go After the bag I need that cash And then I'm ghost I'm getting bread I got that cake But want some more Hit the bodega I'm in that Gucci and Dior I bag yo bitch I turn yo chick Into my hoe She for the streets She ride that dick Just like a boat I got her wet You know she wet I leave her soaked All of this money coming in I need a vault Them niggas know Its Joey Banks up in this hoe The world is yours So I put my hands on the globe Fuck all y'all lames I'm cruising on a private road We on private islands I got white sand on my toes She hit that pose I'm going deep I'm finna stoke I keep my options open I don't let em close Ain't bout no money Then I don't let them approach Exotic weed I'm off the lean It got me throwed I gotta see a hunnid M's Before I go Big bags of dope I came so far I was dead broke I know my hustle motivate And give em hope Foot on they necks I put that blade across my throat I'm killing all these niggas Please act like you know Surrounded by the baddest bitches Thats fasho If you looking for me I'm on the West Coast I been so woke That all my dreams Look like they close They fuck wit me And I got the whole hood on go