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Bank lyrics by yxlmi feat.

Chorus
I’ma 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

Verse 1 (yxlmi)
No GPS, I know my way, ay
‘Cause 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
100k, 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-

Chorus
I’ma 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

verse 2 (G)
I’m throwin rocks at ur window don’t complicate what is simple
I’m finna crash in the rental I’m trynna floss it like dental
I fell in love accidental
She trynna fuck up my mental
We fucked a around incidental
She made me fizz up like mentos

I wanna take it lil fast she wan take it a lil slow, my foot is glued to the gas how I get up and go, I fucked this bitch now she mad, I hadda dip for my show, you best not think I’m ur man you better sleep on the floor

Cuz when I hit you’ll know, I’m not a man for the road, but my heart ice cold

(yxlmi and G)
Why you been hittin’ me up, think that I’m givin’ a fuck?
Damn, you been messin’ me up, over here textin’, „What’s up?”
Feel like you settin’ me up
Look how it ended to be, I’m just a regular me
You’re just a regular you, treat me irregularly, treat me irregularly

Chorus
I’ma 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
No GPS I know my-

Chorus (slowed)
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