BANK Lyrics

Money calling I just gotta wake up

I went down to go shop at rodeo

Girl you know what I bring to the table

They watching me like it's TV or cable

I hit the bank, Cayo Perico on God

You see me you don't see no evil on God

Bitch I'm bout to take off like the Migos on God

Stop betting with me cause you against all odds

Look at me now, uh uh

Feel like I'm breezy or something

About to go dumb

I went GT the Porsche turn this bitch one of one

The seats came red like the time of the month

She know my time is coming, and she don't want to be with nobody else

With them niggas she tired of running

See I'm sorry for changing the subject

The whip came foreign, but that shit usual

I asked Nina for Nina and I don't need two of you

I fuck up the club and do what I'm supposed to do

She wanna love letter but I ain't wrote it for you

Said I'm stuck on the ceiling, highest of point in the room

Going dumb, like shit I got nothing to prove

OT like I got nothing to lose

Heard the brick came soft, am a sell it for loose

Money calling I just gotta wake up

I went down to go shop at rodeo

Girl you know what I bring to the table

They watching me like it's TV or cable

I hit the bank, Cayo Perico on God

You see me you don't see no evil on God

Bitch I'm bout to take off like the Migos on God

Stop betting with me cause you against all odds

Yea

They can't even fuck with me nah, yea

You don't even fuck with me, ah yea

I done went dumb in the paint all year

I been going so hard so the bag got cleared

I done put gas in the tank, I filled it

Product of my environment, I'm the realest

I done cut ties with you niggas and dealings

So get in your bag and get out of ya feelings

Hottest young nigga to come out the six

And I'm not from the six

OT represent them niggas, they feel me

I got no heart baby, this is the real me

I'm popping narcotics, I gotta sip these

Empty my wallet I'm pouring out 4z's

I like to raw dog Molly and Codeine

I got a problem with smoke, I'm a bouf feign

Like I'on remember the days I had hoop dreams

Like I won the championship, I got two rings

I need the mall and the bank, I love two things

I keep the heat on me, but I'm a cool kid

Your nigga stingy as fuck like he jewish

I made a hundred in a week, I won't lose it

Now it's my time to prove, what is he doing

Hop in the booth, go to straight acting stupid

Money calling I just gotta wake up

I went down to go shop at rodeo

Girl you know what I bring to the table

They watching me like it's TV or cable

I hit the bank, Cayo Perico on God

You see me you don't see no evil on God

Bitch I'm bout to take off like the Migos on God

Stop betting with me cause you against all odds