Songtext Bank Qveen Herby

Bank

Fake hoes get mad loans to be seen in a Ferrari
Real bitches 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
Fuck 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 bitches, they done what it takes
Uh
Ain't got no love for no funk nigga
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