Sonny Digital - Weed Bank lyrics

[Hook] Pull up to the bank, n***a smelling like weed Hop out the truck, I deposit the cheese Half in Ralph, half in Ps Some this sh** dirty and some this sh** clean Mixing it up, Burberry Chucks Pockets on clumps, chunky as f** Bales of mid, too much to scale You ain't coming big, then f** 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' s** the soul out a n***a ‘til her jaws blue n***a 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 pa** me f** that b**h, this last week These b**h a** n***as 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**in' on a hood ho Hell yeah, ‘fore the bank close n***a I'ma [Hook] Pull up to the bank, n***a smelling like weed Hop out the truck, I deposit the cheese Half in Ralph, half in Ps Some this sh** dirty and some this sh** clean Mixing it up, Burberry Chucks Pockets on clumps, chunky as f** Bales of mid, too much to scale You ain't coming big, then f** it oh well [Verse 2] I just doubled up on a brand new plug Now a n***a got one for every single drug You pour Ciroq, n***a we pour the mud She think I'ma pay for the cat, that's a dub I rock Chanel, your n***a rock love I just bought a new stick and filled it with slugs Don't say none' but I just f**ed on what's her name That b**h in f**in' chain, dancin' hard like Usher rain This sh** 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**h, she say she riding with me right or wrong She gon' hop on top and ride this dick until her ties gon' Bought me a Rollie off of dope money n***a Now my wrist look like a snow cone Got half things, whole things, QPs Young n***a sellin' ice cream like Coldstone [Hook] Pull up to the bank, n***a smelling like weed Hop out the truck, I deposit the cheese Half in Ralph, half in Ps Some this sh** dirty and some this sh** clean Mixing it up, Burberry Chucks Pockets on clumps, chunky as f** Bales of mid, too much to scale You ain't coming big, then f** it oh well