- Que **** bank 歌詞
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- Pull up to the bank, ****** smelling like ******
Hop out the truck, I deposit the cheese
Half in Ralph, half in Ps
Some this *** ***t dirty and some this ******t clean
Mixing it up, Burberry Chucks
Pockets on clumps, chunky as ******
Bales of mid, too much to scale
You ain't coming big, then ****** 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 ****** 'til her jaws blue
****** just blew a band like I won a lawsuit
Lord have mercy, thousand perkys
* *****ppin' 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
****** that ******, this last week
These ****** ass ******s 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 ******, ******' on a hood ho
Hell yeah, 'fore the bank close ****** I'ma
Pull up to the bank, ****** smelling like ******
Hop out the truck, I deposit the cheese
Half in Ralph, half in Ps
Some this ******t dirty and some this ******t clean
Mixing it up, Burberry Chucks
Pockets on clumps, chunky as ******
Bales of mid, too much to scale
You ain't coming big, then ****** it oh well
I just doubled up on a brand new plug
Now a ****** got one for every single drug
You pour Ciroq, ****** we pour the mud
She think I'ma pay for the cat, that's a dub
I rock Chanel, your ****** rock love
I just bought a new stick and filled it with slugs
Don't say none' but I just ****** on what's her name
That ****** in ******' chain
Dancin' hard like Usher rain
This ******t 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 * *****
She say she riding with me right or wrong
She gon' hop on top and ride this ****** until her ties gon'
Bought me a Rollie off of * ***** money ******
Now my wrist look like a snow cone
Got half things, whole things, QP
Young ****** sellin' ice cream like Coldstone
Pull up to the bank, ****** smelling like ******
Hop out the truck, I deposit the cheese
Half in Ralph, half in Ps
Some this ******t dirty and some this ******t clean
Mixing it up, Burberry Chucks
Pockets on clumps, chunky as ******
Bales of mid, too much to scale
You ain't coming big, then ****** it oh well
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