Qveen Herby - Bank lyrics

Fake hoes get mad loans to be seen in a Ferrari Real b**hes just stack bones, they camouflage like army Mountain estate with three gates, so high above your drama My taste is, 'cuz I don't chase, better spray it down like Vodka Ha-ha-hate on me, 'cuz I'm "too nice" Act def if you say it twice Didn't come for that cheap hype You can keep that wit' your shelf life Legacy like Gucci stripe THC is my only vice You don't feel me, then that's fine Then get back in the kitchen like a "good wife" It's a sweet life Cherry pie (Yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah) Everybody wants some Gotta' sweet life My design... (Yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah) (You can) take that to the bank I do what I want Everything that I touch, I make it gold Take that to the bank It's not ladylike, but I like to get high On my supply Take that to the bank (I'm faded) Oh, yeah, you can take that to the... bank Oh, yeah (oh, yeah) Take that to the bank - I'm faded Oh, yeah, you can take that to the bank - I'm faded Oh, yeah (Uh, uh) My steez is unique like a new space, like a underscore Sorry, I only leave home for fifty bands or more Leo in my chart, so all these stars can hear me roar So much harder than before, so impossible to ignore you Hate on me, 'cuz I'm "too nice" Act def if you say it twice Didn't come for that cheap hype You can keep that wit' your shelf life Legacy like Gucci stripe THC is my only vice You don't feel me, then that's fine Then get back in the kitchen like a "good wife" It's a sweet life Cherry pie (Yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah) Everybody wants some

Gotta' sweet life My design... (Yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah) (You can) take that to the bank I do what I want Everything that I touch, I make it gold Take that to the bank It's not ladylike, but I like to get high On my supply Take that to the bank (I'm faded) Oh, yeah, you can take that to the bank - I'm faded Oh, yeah (oh, yeah) Take that to the bank - I'm faded Oh, yeah, you can take that to the bank - I'm faded Oh, yeah (Uh) Legacy like a Gucci stripe Hit the block with that China white Whippin' ah flippin' that yate Coke and a dip in a' flippin' out states Remember when they used to diss me? Now, I'm the one standin' there liftin' up weights Lockin' up keys to the safe Lift up my ape f** it. Lace me a bape Goin' real hard in the pain Rollin' up, puffin' up, smokin' like dank (dank, dank) Ain't got no nothin', no fake All of my b**hes, they done what it takes Uh Ain't got no love for no funk n***a Ain't got no love for no chump, uh Ain't got no love for no hatin' hoe Point 'em out and let 'em know Take that to the bank I do what I want Everything that I touch, I make it gold (everything that I touch, yeah) Take that to the bank It's not ladylike, but I like to get high On my supply (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Take that to the bank (I'm faded) Oh, yeah, you can take that to the bank - I'm faded Oh, yeah, you can take that to the bank - I'm faded Oh, yeah, you can take that to the bank - I'm faded Oh, yeah (Sweet life... cherry pie) Yeah, yeah, yeah (Sweet life... ch-cherry pie) Aahh-aahh-ahhhhh