Bank ft. TRAQULA Lyrics

Ay, ay

Imma pull up to the bank, bank, bank, bank, bank

Give a fuck bout what you think, think, think, think, think

All this cheese starting to stank, stank, stank, stank, stank

So move the fuck out of my way, way, way, way, way

No GPS, I know my way, ay

Cuz I'm here like every day, ay

Talk that shit you catch a fade, ay

Chip on my shoulder, Frito-Lay

Another day another flight

Different city every night

Throw this money in your face

One hundred k, yea that's the price, ay

I'm just out here living life

Fuck you if you say I'm wrong bitch I know I'm living right, ay

You wishing you could do the things that we do

Yea I'm Glass but you the one who see through

Bitch I'm flyer than an eagle, flyer than an ea

Imma pull up to the bank, bank, bank, bank, bank

Give a fuck bout what you think, think, think, think, think

All this cheese starting to stank, stank, stank, stank, stank

So move the fuck out of my way, way, way, way, way

And it had me like...

I gotta go put the money in my hand, woah

Got a check, blew five hundred on some pants, woah

Making like three hundred k in a day

Making this money I'm feeling okay

You talk a lot of that shit like you really be making that money but really you aint

Ay, ay

Ain't no fucking way you did that, yo

Traq burger gotta flip that, ay

I ain't fucking with your bitch ass

Get back 'fore I blow your shit back

Imma pull up to the bank, bank, bank, bank, bank

Give a fuck bout what you think, think, think, think, think

All this cheese starting to stank, stank, stank, stank, stank

So move the fuck out of my way, way, way, way, way

Imma pull up to the bank, bank, bank, bank, bank

Give a fuck bout what you think, think, think, think, think

All this cheese starting to stank, stank, stank, stank, stank

So move the fuck out of my way, way, way, way, way