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Lil Baby – Bank lyrics




(feat. Moneybagg Yo)

[Intro]
Run that back Turbo

[Hook: Lil Baby]
Lotta blue hunnids they came from the bank
I drank this shit by the pint
If we leave then we fucking tonight
Jeans expensive they fitting me tight
I can’t do this the rest of my life
Free the bros down the road doing life
Trying to sleep every night with a knife
Know it’s hard but you gotta survive
Man they got twenty deep on the flight
Going wherever we like
You can go with us too if you like
I’m on top and I’m hot it feel nice
Fuck with snakes cause you niggas be mice
Diamonds hitting who cut off the lights
In the clouds we balling like Mike
Niggas be fake as fuck

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Soon as I get my money I’m gon blow it
Fuck that, I’ma take mine and put it up
I got some foreign baddies in my DM they hitting me up
They trying to get on the plane today and come hit me up
She had the finest brain that I ever had
I gave her everything that I never had
I’m going next level on some more shit
These niggas dead broke on some hoe shit
Running that money up til I get tired
He said I wouldn’t make it he lied
He calling me out [?]
I’m doing that shit for the guys
She looked at my side like ‘Who is that guy?’
That’s my lil brother G5
They call him Stephen, I call him Curry
That nigga shoot out your eye

[Hook: Lil Baby]
Lotta blue hunnids they came from the bank
I drank this shit by the pint
If we leave then we fucking tonight
Jeans expensive they fitting me tight
I can’t do this the rest of my life
Free the bros down the road doing life
Trying to sleep every night with a knife
Know it’s hard but you gotta survive
Man they got twenty deep on the flight
Going wherever we like
You can go with us too if you like
I’m on top and I’m hot it feel nice
Fuck with snakes cause you niggas be mice
Diamonds hitting who cut off the lights
In the clouds we balling like Mike
Niggas be fake as fuck

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
Residue on me I’m fresh out the trap (bando)
I got a dose on my lap
I keep the ratchet like [?]
Hundred round shots in the strap
I’m on their face like a slap
You think you know me you jap (lingo)
I hit your bitch she was wide open
I’m in her stomach like cramps
(Yeah, what’d you do? How’d you do it?)
Soon as I got my money I ran through it
(I fucked up some commas)
I couldn’t believe I said something, I thought I blew it
(I thought it was all gone)
I just downed a whole pint, I’m under the influence
Then I popped an Adderall to give me endurance
I’m up I cannot get tired, your bitch on molly she wired
[?] with Moneybagg Myers
Plenty chains, clang clang, 50k plain Jane
Go get some money quit saying you can’t
They thought I was born in the vault of the bank

[Hook: Lil Baby]
Lotta blue hunnids they came from the bank
I drank this shit by the pint
If we leave then we fucking tonight
Jeans expensive they fitting me tight
I can’t do this the rest of my life
Free the bros down the road doing life
Trying to sleep every night with a knife
Know it’s hard but you gotta survive
Man they got twenty deep on the flight
Going wherever we like
You can go with us too if you like
I’m on top and I’m hot it feel nice
Fuck with snakes cause you niggas be mice
Diamonds hitting who cut off the lights
In the clouds we balling like Mike
Niggas be fake as fuck




Moneybagg Yo – Rolls Royce Lyrics




[Intro]
I’m through, I just did a deuce
Your boo, with me too, she loose
I flew, like I’m sick, G5
You, won’t shake shit, V-Live
I get them racks to come outside
Champagne Papi, look alive
I’m the truth so hold your lies
Like my IG I go live
Back on road, you know what I’m sayin’, like
Reporting live from the 2 Heartless tour, what’s up
Ayy this how I’m livin’ and feeling, I’m talkin’ ’bout accurate shit
Bleu Cheese Bagg, you dig, you know what I’m sayin’
True story, yeah

[Chorus]
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy

[Verse 1]
Bitch all in her feelings (what you do?)
When I smash call her a ho and pull out her extensions (ugh)
Diss the gang, we on defense, you know that we blitzing (savage)
He gon’ disappear like magic, know his loved ones gon’ miss him
Closed casket, can’t kiss him (mwuah)
Bitch I’m lit up (bitch I’m litty)
Alphabets VVS’s shine like glitter (shine like glitter)
See I’m flexing on you niggas, do some sit-ups (sit up, work out)
Stay woke, get up (get up, get up)
Two years in and I’m still the hottest nigga (Bagg)
Them niggas on the other side trippin’, I was in your hood homie
Draco ridin’ shotgun, interior match the wood on it
Bitch I’m riding Wraith (Wraith)
Pick up, drop your bitch off, she wasn’t safe (aw)
And if you talkin’ bout smoke, we gon’ blow that in your face

[Chorus]
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy

[Verse 2]
I’m through, I just did a deuce
Your boo, with me too, she loose
I flew, like I’m sick, G5
You, won’t shake shit, V-Live
I get them racks to come outside
Champagne Papi, look alive
I’m the truth so hold your lies
Like my IG I go live
Hundred hundred I shoot
You would think that Bloc was coming through
Twenty-five plus on my tooth (teeth)
I’m filled to the rim, that’s too much juice
Nigga you a Shih Tzu, I’m a big (bully), dog (grrr)
I bang the Five, that’s the Fen Ball, ayy

[Chorus]
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy

[Outro]
I’m in the R-R (what is you riding?)
That’s a Rolls Royce, not Rover
Look at the star-stars (I’m outer space)
Got my foot on they neck like a choker
Moneybagg Myers with me (what he look like?)
Mask on, October
I’m in a trio (ayy why you say that?)
I’m on three drugs, I ain’t sober
This shit over