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tballer - bank lyrics

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(chorus)
so many blue hundreds i went to the bank
russian cream backwoods i fill it with dank
follow my dreams and its f-ck what you think
chain wet like a fish in a tank
i am too fly to be stressed bout a hoe
pick up a bag and i fill it with dough
yall be some p-ss-es and you let it show
im in my bag, you wouldn’t know

(verse: 1)
im in my bag, its green like a vegetable
smokin’ on cookie and that sh-t is medical
face in my lap, she eat like a edible
i cannot conversate if you a federal

ouu, cannot put trust in a b-tch
next thing you know is these b-tches gon switch
b-tch on my d-ck and i make her do tricks
silly rabbit tricks aint just for kid
you may do it you aint do it like this
took a bad b-tch back to the crib
smokin gas no cap like a lid
bad b-tch got her mouth on my d-ck

w-lly wonka on my d-ck she a eater
open her mouth and this nut imma feed her
right hand and it whip the eggbeater
bad b-tch say she like my demeanor

ouu, yea she also like my diamonds
wetted rolley perfect timin’
b-tch im grindin’ till im shinin’
with my slats and you know that we slimin’

ouu, b-tch you know i aint dumb
jeans ripped, b-tch i look like a b-m
bust it open, lemme bang like a drum
bout to give the b-tch a pipe like i plum

zoomin’ doin’ 90 on the freeway
say you gettin to it whats the delay?
run these racks up like im in a relay
pack come in and then i split it 3 ways

bout these commas f-ck the karma sutra
b-tch im winnin i am not a loser
see me winnin then she start to choose up
want the sauce then go and mix the hooch up

(chorus)
so many blue hundreds i went to the bank
russian cream backwoods i fill it with dank
follow my dreams and its f-ck what you think
chain wet like a fish in a tank
i am too fly to be stressed bout a hoe
pick up a bag and i fill it with dough
yall be some p-ss-es and you let it show
im in my bag, you wouldn’t know

(verse: 2)
talkin sh-t bout me you gon’ see the aftermath
got me a sack like the qb i tackled that
runnin’ it back on the track like a runnin’ back
oh you got skimped? well you cant get your money back

oh you got skimped? dont come and cry to me
tell me you love me b-tch why do you lie to me
i make the chicken like i work at applebee’s
after this track i know they gon get mad at me

i pick the benjamins off like a money tree
im feelin bad for all yall who make fun of me
when i blow up they gon ask for some money please
i ain’t gon’ give you no none of my money please
(uh)

(chorus)
so many blue hundreds i went to the bank
russian cream backwoods i fill it with dank
follow my dreams and its f-ck what you think
chain wet like a fish in a tank
i am too fly to be stressed bout a hoe
pick up a bag and i fill it with dough
yall be some p-ss-es and you let it show
im in my bag, you wouldn’t know

- tballer lyrics

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