[Hook]
Pull up to the bank, n***a smelling like weed
Hop out the truck, I deposit the cheese
Half in Ralph, half in Ps
Some this sh** dirty and some this sh** clean
Mixing it up, Burberry Chucks
Pockets on clumps, chunky as f**
Bales of mid, too much to scale
You ain't coming big, then f** it oh well
[Verse 1]
Two extra pounds in the bale, that's all you
Can't come inside unannounced, gotta call through
She gon' s** the soul out a n***a ‘til her jaws blue
n***a 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 pa** me
f** that b**h, this last week
These b**h a** n***as 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, f**in' on a hood ho
Hell yeah, ‘fore the bank close n***a I'ma
[Hook]
Pull up to the bank, n***a smelling like weed
Hop out the truck, I deposit the cheese
Half in Ralph, half in Ps
Some this sh** dirty and some this sh** clean
Mixing it up, Burberry Chucks
Pockets on clumps, chunky as f**
Bales of mid, too much to scale
You ain't coming big, then f** it oh well
[Verse 2]
I just doubled up on a brand new plug
Now a n***a got one for every single drug
You pour Ciroq, n***a we pour the mud
She think I'ma pay for the cat, that's a dub
I rock Chanel, your n***a rock love
I just bought a new stick and filled it with slugs
Don't say none' but I just f**ed on what's her name
That b**h in f**in' chain, dancin' hard like Usher rain
This sh** 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 b**h, 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 n***a
Now my wrist look like a snow cone
Got half things, whole things, QPs
Young n***a sellin' ice cream like Coldstone
[Hook]
Pull up to the bank, n***a smelling like weed
Hop out the truck, I deposit the cheese
Half in Ralph, half in Ps
Some this sh** dirty and some this sh** clean
Mixing it up, Burberry Chucks
Pockets on clumps, chunky as f**
Bales of mid, too much to scale
You ain't coming big, then f** it oh well