Tballer - Bank Lyrics

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 pussies and you let it show
Im in my bag, you wouldn't know

Im in my bag, its green like a vegetable
Smokin' on cookie and that shit is medical
Face in my lap, she eat like a edible
I cannot conversate if you a federal

Ouu, cannot put trust in a bitch
Next thing you know is these bitches gon switch
Bitch on my dick 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 bitch back to the crib
Smokin gas no cap like a lid
Bad bitch got her mouth on my dick

Willy wonka on my dick she a eater
Open her mouth and this nut imma feed her
Right hand and it whip the eggbeater
Bad bitch say she like my demeanor

Ouu, yea she also like my diamonds
Wetted rolley perfect timin'
Bitch im grindin' till im shinin'
With my slats and you know that we slimin'

Ouu, bitch you know i aint dumb
Jeans ripped, bitch i look like a bum
Bust it open, lemme bang like a drum
Bout to give the bitch 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
Bitch 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

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 pussies and you let it show
Im in my bag, you wouldn't know

Talkin shit 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 bitch 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

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 pussies and you let it show
Im in my bag, you wouldn't know