"CATCH ME AT THE BANK" lyrics
Catch me at the bank, catch me at the bank
Catch me at the bank, catch me at the bank
Catch me at the bank, shop in ev'ry state
I got high status, I don't fuck with broke niggas
Bitch, your jewelry is fake
Yo' diamonds ain't dancing, ho I'm still chilling in a mansion
Hoes ain't got shit but they swearing that they trapping
That ain't yo' people, that's yo nigga [?]
Bitch, stop capping, bitch stop capping
I'm wearing Miss Designers, I'm mismatching
Ass poking out my jeans, it's enhancing
Mixed with islanders, so my pussy more splashing
My nigga give me head, more fire than a dragon
Sippin' red wine and relaxing, shout-out my supporters
They bring the racks in, call my assistant
My luggage needs packin'
Catch me at the bank, catch me at the bank
Catch me at the bank, catch me at the bank
Catch me at the bank, shop in ev'ry state
I got high status, I don't fuck with broke niggas
Bitch, your jewelry is fake
Yo' diamonds ain't dancing (broke ass bitch), ho I'm still chilling in a mansion
I'm a high-end bitch, I'm expensive, nigga
I'm a celebrity, you can't get close to me, nigga no
Everybody can't have access to me, you fumbled the bag, losing access to me
Bums, niggas turned snakes for some crumbs
They both was [?] strippers with they last funds
My neckpiece? Blinding all my fans, especially when I'm going live on Instagram
I'm mall-hopping, I just broke, like, 60 bands
You ain't coming as a real bitch, you coming as a spam
Clout-chasing old beef, hoes lost they buzz
I be throwing hands, bitch, I ain't throwing subs
Clout-chasing old beef, hoes lost they buzz
I be throwing hands, bitch, I ain't throwing subs
Pooh stunna? That's my shooter, that's my fucking right hand
You fucking wit' the stunna, he gon' walk you and yo' mans
I knew I was gon' come up, it was already planned
I'ma be in that private jet, bitch, act like you understand (Haan)
Catch me at the bank, catch me at the bank
Catch me at the bank, catch me at the bank
Catch me at the bank, shop in ev'ry state
I got high status, I don't fuck with broke niggas
Bitch, your jewelry is fake
Yo' diamonds ain't dancing, ho I'm still chilling in a mansion
Catch me at the bank, shop in ev'ry state
I got high status, I don't fuck with broke niggas
Bitch, your jewelry is fake (I don't fuck with broke niggas, haan)
Catch me at the bank, catch me at the bank
Catch me at the bank, shop in ev'ry state
I got high status, I don't fuck with broke niggas
Bitch, your jewelry is fake
Yo' diamonds ain't dancing, ho I'm still chilling in a mansion
Hoes ain't got shit but they swearing that they trapping
That ain't yo' people, that's yo nigga [?]
Bitch, stop capping, bitch stop capping
I'm wearing Miss Designers, I'm mismatching
Ass poking out my jeans, it's enhancing
Mixed with islanders, so my pussy more splashing
My nigga give me head, more fire than a dragon
Sippin' red wine and relaxing, shout-out my supporters
They bring the racks in, call my assistant
My luggage needs packin'
Catch me at the bank, catch me at the bank
Catch me at the bank, catch me at the bank
Catch me at the bank, shop in ev'ry state
I got high status, I don't fuck with broke niggas
Bitch, your jewelry is fake
Yo' diamonds ain't dancing (broke ass bitch), ho I'm still chilling in a mansion
I'm a high-end bitch, I'm expensive, nigga
I'm a celebrity, you can't get close to me, nigga no
Everybody can't have access to me, you fumbled the bag, losing access to me
Bums, niggas turned snakes for some crumbs
They both was [?] strippers with they last funds
My neckpiece? Blinding all my fans, especially when I'm going live on Instagram
I'm mall-hopping, I just broke, like, 60 bands
You ain't coming as a real bitch, you coming as a spam
Clout-chasing old beef, hoes lost they buzz
I be throwing hands, bitch, I ain't throwing subs
Clout-chasing old beef, hoes lost they buzz
I be throwing hands, bitch, I ain't throwing subs
Pooh stunna? That's my shooter, that's my fucking right hand
You fucking wit' the stunna, he gon' walk you and yo' mans
I knew I was gon' come up, it was already planned
I'ma be in that private jet, bitch, act like you understand (Haan)
Catch me at the bank, catch me at the bank
Catch me at the bank, catch me at the bank
Catch me at the bank, shop in ev'ry state
I got high status, I don't fuck with broke niggas
Bitch, your jewelry is fake
Yo' diamonds ain't dancing, ho I'm still chilling in a mansion
Catch me at the bank, shop in ev'ry state
I got high status, I don't fuck with broke niggas
Bitch, your jewelry is fake (I don't fuck with broke niggas, haan)
