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weed bank
lyrics

Pull up to the bank, n***a smelling like weed

Hop out the truck, I deposit the cheese

Half in Ralph, half in Ps

Some this sh** dirty and some this sh** clean

Mixing it up, Burberry Chucks

Pockets on clumps, chunky as f**

Bales of mid, too much to scale

You ain't coming big, then f** it oh well

Two extra pounds in the bale, that's all you

Can't come inside unannounced, gotta call through

She gon' s** the soul out a n***a 'til her jaws blue

n***a just blew a band like I won a lawsuit

Lord have mercy, thousand perkys, shippin' 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 pa** me

f** that b**h, this last week

These b**h a** n***as 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 dope, f**in' on a hood ho

Hell yeah, 'fore the bank close n***a I'm a

Pull up to the bank, n***a smelling like weed

Hop out the truck, I deposit the cheese

Half in Ralph, half in Ps

Some this sh** dirty and some this sh** clean

Mixing it up, Burberry Chucks

Pockets on clumps, chunky as f**

Bales of mid, too much to scale

You ain't coming big, then f** it oh well

I just doubled up on a brand new plug

Now a n***a got one for every single drug

You pour Ciroq, n***a we pour the mud

She think I'm a pay for the cat, that's a dub

I rock Chanel, your n***a rock love

I just bought a new stick and filled it with slugs

Don't say none' but I just f**ed on what's her name

That b**h in f**in' chain, dancin' hard like Usher rain

This sh** 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 b**h, she say she riding with me right or wrong

She gon' hop on top and ride this dick until her ties gon'

Bought me a Rollie off of dope money n***a

Now my wrist look like a snow cone

Got half things, whole things, QPs

Young n***a sellin' ice cream like Coldstone

Pull up to the bank, n***a smelling like weed

Hop out the truck, I deposit the cheese

Half in Ralph, half in Ps

Some this sh** dirty and some this sh** clean

Mixing it up, Burberry Chucks

Pockets on clumps, chunky as f**

Bales of mid, too much to scale

You ain't coming big, then f** it oh well