"Bank On Us" lyrics
"Bank On Us"
Clan fuckin' up these clubs, owners mad at us (They mad)
Cameras pointin' at our section 'cause we actin' up (Goin' stupid)
Ain't no smokin', but we blowin', got a half with us (Got a half)
Flyest nigga standin' on the table, bitch, I'm Bally'd up (Bitch, I'm Bally'd up)
I'm like, "Tevo, get my feet on tape," like I'm spattin' up (Like I'm spattin' up)
Nigga better go and hide his bitch 'cause she bad as fuck (Yeah, she bad)
Clan walkin' in this bitch, got a bank on us (Got a bank, Bankroll Dani on the track)
Yeah, fuck with us, all drinks on us (All the drinks)
'Member dingy-ass clothes, shirts wrinkled up (All wrinkled)
Fear of God boots laced up, fucked my ankle up (Fucked my ankle up)
Pretty bitch, baby hairs and she all bangled up (That bitch bad)
She don't fuck with lame niggas callin', she keep hangin' up (Bye)
Niggas always hatin', that is not gon' make your rank go up (Niggas lame)
Stuffin' all these hundreds in my pocket 'cause it can't fold up (Ugh)
I be with some thirsty-ass niggas, put your Franco up (Yeah)
Bitches love my fashion (Love it), fade dippin', splashin' (Splashin')
Y'all be lovin' on these hoes we be smashin' (Smashin')
Eatin' big steaks, big shrimps, ain't no salad (Fuck that salad)
'Member mama yellin', "Boy, better eat that cabbage" (Eat that cabbage)
Came a long way from gettin' down on them pallets (Yeah)
Had to get some money, I ain't never really had shit (Never had shit)
My bitch super bad, I ain't fuckin' with no average (No average)
Ballin' every game, I ain't never went to practice (Ballin')
Flyer than a plane, got a bitch up at Saks Fifth
Y'all can't get up in this party, but these hoes can (These hoes can)
And we wrecked these coupes from Watson to the Rosecrans (To the Rosecrans)
That nigga Neezy caught a play, fuck a gameplan (Fuck a gameplan)
Gucci shades on my face, these ain't Ray Bans (Hell nah)
BucksClan goin' shopppin', spend like eight bands (Spend like eight bands)
He a snitch, he a rat, we can't shake hands (Hell nah)
BlueBucks blowin' gas, got our own strand (Got our own strand)
Tevo pullin' up to Vizz, this shit not planned (This shit not planned)
Me and TD got a fifth, don't know how to act (Don't know how to act)
This nigga DJ off the shrooms, high as Captain Mack (The fuck?)
I left her ass in the past, ain't no lookin' back (Hell nah)
Drive the foreign down Vermont like a race track (Like a race track)
All my niggas really eatin', where your plates at?
Make it rain in every club, where your rake at?
I ain't even tryna fuck, where your face at?
My bitch ass super fat and her waist snatched
Scammin'-ass lil' bitch, she got face tats
Keep me fresh, keep me clean, yeah, like Ajax
We don't do them C-Class, this a Maybach
Drive the foreign down Vermont like a race track
All my niggas really eatin', where your plates at?
Make it rain in every club, where your rake at?
I ain't even tryna fuck, where your face at?
My bitch ass super fat and her waist snatched
Scammin'-ass lil' bitch, she got face tats
Keep me fresh, keep me clean, yeah, like Ajax
We don't do them C 300s, this a Maybach
Drive the foreign down Vermont like a race track
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mixtape:
"Clan Way" (2019)
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