Mr. Banx Lyrics

Draped in all designer

Yeah I walk in dripping big sauce

Rolling up that ganja, as I get ready for lift-off

Oh she left it shiny, she keep smearing all her lip gloss

I make it look easy

Ooh I got the haters pissed off

Walk up in the party, get it jumping like it’s tip-off

If you ain’t talking money when you see me

Need to get lost

They know Mr. Banx up in the bank, be making withdrawals

Then double up the money, bring it back like it ain’t shit lost

Having no bread was overwhelming

Graduated with depression

Yeah I started off in corporate, had to switch up my direction

Thank the lord for all my blessings

I could lose it all in seconds

Through this life I learned some lessons

Ain’t so proud of all my methods

Now a nigga ball, got checks

Grinding every day, no flex

No promoters brake they necks

Go grande on em’ like thank you next

Sit back, count my dough

Can’t relax, I need some more

Let my chain hang low, in two days I rock 4 shows

They telling my story, but they do not know the half of it

Only see what’s outside, it’s a lot of shit that’s happening

I done leveled up, no we are not in the same bracket bitch

Throw my suit and tie on

But I’ll still get on my rachet shit

Got the bread just popping up

It’s looking like a magic trick

You want me to fall off, but we both know that ain’t happening

Controlling when the work move

But I’m not the one that’s bagging it

Wonder if it’s pressure

Smell it when you break the packaging

Draped in all designer

Yeah I walk in dripping big sauce

Rolling up the ganja, as I get ready for lift-off

Oh she left it shiny, she keep smearing all her lip gloss

I make it look easy

Ooh I got the haters pissed off

Walk up in the party, get it jumping like it’s tip-off

If you ain’t talking money when you see me

Need to get lost

They know Mr. Banx up in the bank, be making withdrawals

Then double up the money, bring it back like it ain’t shit lost