Bank

Lyrics

Fake hoes get mad loans to be seen in a Ferrari
 Real bitches just stack bones, they camouflage like army
 Mountain estate with three gates, so high above your drama
 My taste is, 'cuz I don't chase, better spray it down like Vodka
 Ha-ha-hate on me, 'cuz I'm "too nice"
 Act def if you say it twice
 Didn't come for that cheap hype
 You can keep that wit' your shelf life
 Legacy like Gucci stripe
 THC is my only vice
 You don't feel me, then that's fine
 Then get back in the kitchen like a "good wife"
 It's a sweet life
 Cherry pie
 (Yeah, yeah)
 (Yeah, yeah)
 Everybody wants some
 Gotta' sweet life
 My design...
 (Yeah, yeah)
 (Yeah,)
 (You can) take that to the bank
 I do what I want
 Everything that I touch, I make it gold
 Take that to the bank
 It's not ladylike, but I like to get high
 On my supply
 Take that to the bank
 (I'm faded)
 Oh, yeah, you can take that to the bank - I'm faded
 Oh, yeah (oh, yeah)
 Take that to the bank - I'm faded
 Oh, yeah, you can take that to the bank - I'm faded
 Oh, yeah
 (Uh, uh)
 My steez is unique like a new space, like a underscore
 Sorry, I only leave home for fifty bands or more
 Leo in my chart, so all these stars can hear me roar
 So much harder than before, so impossible to ignore you
 Hate on me, 'cuz I'm "too nice"
 Act def if you say it twice
 Didn't come for that cheap hype
 You can keep that wit' your shelf life
 Legacy like Gucci stripe
 THC is my only vice
 You don't feel me, then that's fine
 Then get back in the kitchen like a "good"
 It's a sweet life
 Cherry pie
 (Yeah, yeah)
 (Yeah, yeah)
 Everybody wants some
 Gotta' sweet life
 My design...
 (Yeah, yeah)
 (Yeah, yeah)
 (You can) take that to the bank
 I do what I want
 Everything that I touch, I make it gold
 Take that to the bank
 It's not ladylike, but I like to get high
 On my supply
 Take that to the bank
 (I'm faded)
 Oh, yeah, you can take that to the bank - I'm faded
 Oh, yeah (oh, yeah)
 Take that to the bank - I'm faded
 Oh, yeah, you can take that to the bank - I'm faded
 Oh, yeah
 (Uh)
 Legacy like a Gucci stripe
 Hit the block with that China white
 Whippin' ah flippin' that yate
 Coke and a dip in a' flippin' out states
 Remember when they used to diss me?
 Now, I'm the one standin' there liftin' up weights
 Lockin' up keys to the safe
 Lift up my ape
 Fuck it. Lace me a bape
 Goin' real hard in the pain
 Rollin' up, puffin' up, smokin' like dank (dank, dank)
 Ain't got no love fo' no fake
 All of my bitches, they done what it takes
 Uh
 Ain't got no love for no funk nigga
 Ain't got no love for no chump, uh
 Ain't got no love for no hatin' hoe
 Point 'em out and let 'em know
 Take that to the bank
 I do what I want
 Everything that I touch,
 I make it gold (everything that I touch, yeah)
 Take that to the bank
 It's not ladylike, but I like to get high
 On my supply
 (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Take that to the bank
 (I'm faded)
 Oh, yeah, you can take that to the bank - I'm faded
 Oh, yeah, you can take that to the bank - I'm faded
 Oh, yeah, you can take that to the bank - I'm faded
 Oh, yeah
 (Sweet life... cherry pie)
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 (Sweet life... ch-cherry pie)
 Aahh-aahh-ahhhhh
 

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Duration
03:34
Key
1
Tempo
141 BPM

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