WeedBank lyrics

[Hook]
Pull up to the bank, n*gga smelling like weed
Hop out the truck, I deposit the cheese
Half from rap, half from Ps
Some this sh*t dirty and some this sh*t clean
Mixing it up, Burberry Chucks
Pockets on clumps, chunky as f*ck
Bales of mid, too much to scale
You ain’t coming big, then f*ck it oh well

[Verse 1]
Two extra pounds in the bale, that’s all you
Can’t come inside unannounced, gotta call through
She gon’ suck the soul out a n*gga ‘til her jaws blue
n*gga 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 pass me
f*ck that b*tch, this last week
These b*tch ass n*ggas 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*ckin’ on a hood ho
Hell yeah, ‘fore the bank close n*gga I’ma
[Hook]
Pull up to the bank, n*gga smelling like weed
Hop out the truck, I deposit the cheese
Half from Rap, half from P's
Some this sh*t dirty and some this sh*t clean
Mixing it up, Burberry Chucks
Pockets on clumps, chunky as f*ck
Bales of mid, too much to scale
You ain’t coming big, then f*ck it oh well

[Verse 2]
I just doubled up on a brand new plug
Now a n*gga got one for every single drug
You pour Ciroq, n*gga we pour the mud
She think I’ma pay for the cat, that’s a dub
I rock Chanel, your n*gga rock love
I just bought a new stick and filled it with slugs
Don’t say none’ but I just f*cked on what’s her name
Diamonds in my f*ckin' chain, dancin’ hard like Usher ray
This sh*t 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*tch, she say she riding with me right or wrong
She gon’ hop on top and ride this di*k until her ties gon’
Bought me a Rollie off of dope money n*gga
Now my wrist look like a snow cone
Got half things, whole things, QPs
Young n*gga sellin’ ice cream like Coldstone
[Hook]
Pull up to the bank, n*gga smelling like weed
Hop out the truck, I deposit the cheese
Half from rap, half from Ps
Some this sh*t dirty and some this sh*t clean
Mixing it up, Burberry Chucks
Pockets on clumps, chunky as f*ck
Bales of mid, too much to scale
You ain’t coming big, then f*ck it oh well