Pull up to the bank, nigga smelling like weed Hop out the truck, I deposit the cheese Half in Ralph, half in Ps Some this shit dirty and some this shit clean Mixing it up, Burberry Chucks Pockets on clumps, chunky as fuck Bales of mid, too much to scale You ain’t coming big, then fuck it oh well
Two extra pounds in the bale, that’s all you Can’t come inside unannounced, gotta call through She gon’ suck the soul out a nigga ’til her jaws blue Nigga just blew a band like I won a lawsuit Lord have mercy, thousand perkys, shippin’ bales of Albuquerque Will not talk to workers, I’m the boss, I talk in third person Circle tighter than a virgin Sippin’ purple like it’s bourbon Half a P wrapped in a turban Just in case they try to search it Watch your step when you pass me Fuck that bitch, this last week These bitch ass niggas drag queens Two hoes with me playing tag team Unload 100 bows, snuck ’em through the front door Got ’em off, now I got a bankroll Blowin’ on some good dope, fuckin’ on a hood ho Hell yeah, ‘fore the bank close nigga I’m a
Pull up to the bank, nigga smelling like weed Hop out the truck, I deposit the cheese Half in Ralph, half in Ps Some this shit dirty and some this shit clean Mixing it up, Burberry Chucks Pockets on clumps, chunky as fuck Bales of mid, too much to scale You ain’t coming big, then fuck it oh well
I just doubled up on a brand new plug Now a nigga got one for every single drug You pour Ciroq, nigga we pour the mud She think I’m a pay for the cat, that’s a dub I rock Chanel, your nigga rock love I just bought a new stick and filled it with slugs Don’t say none’ but I just fucked on what’s her name That bitch in fuckin’ chain, dancin’ hard like Usher rain This shit here a dirty game My wrist is a hurricane Pull up to the bank smelling like a pound of mary jane I’m inside your bitch, she say she riding with me right or wrong She gon’ hop on top and ride this dick until her ties gon’ Bought me a Rollie off of dope money nigga Now my wrist look like a snow cone Got half things, whole things, QPs Young nigga sellin’ ice cream like Coldstone
Pull up to the bank, nigga smelling like weed Hop out the truck, I deposit the cheese Half in Ralph, half in Ps Some this shit dirty and some this shit clean Mixing it up, Burberry Chucks Pockets on clumps, chunky as fuck Bales of mid, too much to scale You ain’t coming big, then fuck it oh well