- Lil Yachty Oprah's Bank Account 歌詞
- Lil Yachty
- I aint mad at em, baby
If I seent you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprahs bank account
I just wanna take you out
F**k you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin if she really love me? Lets just find it out
Baby, whats up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
Back home on a presi, Im Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy
I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah
Stayin the night, girl, you promised it
I hide in the cave like Osama did
Im blowin a bag in the Diamond District
You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah
Money and me are the same, but I just dont fold for you, yeah
Run me a body, Ill put a Range on the road for you
I dont know what you were told, but I aint mad at you, baby
If I seent you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprahs bank account
I just wanna take you out
F*ck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin if she really love me? Lets just find it out
Baby, whats up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
Is they mad that you f*ck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?)
Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt)
Is they mad that you not with them? ( Is they mad?)
Same hoes hatin be in my DM (thats too sad)
Lockin it down, lockin it down, lockin it down, I want you (I want you)
I want them to know youre my baby boo (my boo)
We still make it lit when aint nothin to do
Every time we step out, niggas look at you
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
I aint mad at em, baby
If I seent you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprahs bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprahs bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprahs bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprahs bank account
I aint mad at em, baby
My b*tch pull up lookin like Oprah bank (lets go)
Take a pic with a b*tch and she faint (yeah)
She look like a goddess, but she aint no saint
My b*tch bout it bout it, she need her a tank (uh)
You know aint no limit on blue hundreds
My b*tch like a big bag of money, this new money (chill)
You gon make the bitch think that you love her ( **** you)
Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (aw)
Take the lil nigga b*tch, he aint do nothin (yeah)
Now his b*tch goin Baby on Baby (lets go)
She want me to stay, I aint stayin
And I hope that these niggas dont play, I aint playin (lets go)
Your b*tch lookin good as Oprah bank account
Im the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out
Keep the butt, Ill take the mouth
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
I aint mad at em, baby (lets go)
If I seent you out, me too would be up on you crazy (lets go)
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprahs bank account
I just wanna take you out
F*ck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin if she really love me? Lets just find it out
Baby, whats up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprahs bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprahs bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprahs bank account
I aint mad at em, baby
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