Qveen Herby, MONOGEM, Maliibu Miitch — Bank
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Fake hoes get mad loans to be seen in a Ferrari
Real bitches just stack bones, they camouflage like army
Mountain estate with three gates, so high above your drama
My taste is I don’t chase, better straight down like Vodka
Ha-ha-hate on me, ‘cuz I’m «too nice»
Act deaf if you say it twice
Didn’t come for that cheap hype
You can keep that wit’ your shelf life
Legacy like Gucci stripe
THC is my only vice
You don’t feel me, then that’s fine
Then get back in the kitchen like a «good wife»
It’s a sweet life, cherry pie (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everybody wants some
Gotta’ sweet life, my design (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(You can) take that to the bank
I do what I want, everything that I touch
I make it gold
Take that to the bank
It’s not ladylike, but I like to get high
On my supply
Take that to the bank
Baby, oh, yeah
You can take that to the bank
Baby, oh, yeah (oh, yeah)
Take that to the bank
Baby, oh, yeah
You can take that to the bank
Baby, oh, yeah (uh, uh)
My steez is unique making new space, like a underscore
Sorry, I only leave home for fifty bands or more
Leo in my chart, so all these stars can hear me roar
So much harder than before, so impossible to ignore you
Hate on me, ‘cuz I’m «too nice»
Act deaf if you say it twice
Didn’t come for that cheap hype
Kee-keep that wit’ your shelf life
Legacy like Gucci stripe
THC is my only vice
You don’t feel me, then that’s fine
Then get back in the kitchen like a «good wife»
It’s a sweet life, cherry pie (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everybody wants some
Gotta’ sweet life, my design (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(You can) take that to the bank
I do what I want, everything that I touch
I make it gold
Take that to the bank
It’s not ladylike, but I like to get high
On my supply
Take that to the bank
Baby, oh, yeah
You can take that to the bank
Baby, oh, yeah
Take that to the bank
Baby, oh, yeah
You can take that to the bank
Baby, oh, yeah (uh)
Legacy like a Gucci stripe
Hit the block with that China white
Whippin’ ah flippin’ that yate
Coke and a dip in a’ flippin’ out states
Remember when they used to diss me?
Now, I’m the one standin’ there liftin’ up weights
Lockin’ up keys to the safe
Lift up my ape
Fuck it, lace me in Bape
Goin’ real hard in the pain
Rollin’ up, puffin’ up, smokin’ like dank (dank, dank)
Ain’t got no love fo’ no fake
All of my bitches, they done what it takes
Uh
Ain’t got no love for no fuck nigga
Ain’t got no love for no chump, uh
Ain’t got no love for no hatin’ hoe
Point ’em out and let ’em know
Take that to the bank
I do what I want, everything that I touch
I make it gold (everything that I touch, yeah)
Take that to the bank
It’s not ladylike, but I like to get high
On my supply (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Take that to the bank
Baby, oh, yeah
You can take that to the bank
Baby, oh, yeah
You can take that to the bank
Baby, oh, yeah
You can take that to the bank
Baby, oh, yeah
(Sweet life… cherry pie)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Sweet life… ch-cherry pie)
Aahh-aahh-ahhhh, yeah
