Weed Bank - QUE.

Pull up to the bank, nigga smelling like weed

Hop out the truck, I deposit the cheese

Half in Ralph, half in Ps

Some this shit dirty and some this shit clean

Mixing it up, Burberry Chucks

Pockets on clumps, chunky as fuck

Bales of mid, too much to scale

You ain’t coming big, then fuck it oh well

Two extra pounds in the bale, that’s all you

Can’t come inside unannounced, gotta call through

She gon' suck the soul out a nigga 'til her jaws blue

Nigga 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 pass me

Fuck that bitch, this last week

These bitch ass niggas 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, fuckin' on a hood ho

Hell yeah, 'fore the bank close nigga I’m a

Pull up to the bank, nigga smelling like weed

Hop out the truck, I deposit the cheese

Half in Ralph, half in Ps

Some this shit dirty and some this shit clean

Mixing it up, Burberry Chucks

Pockets on clumps, chunky as fuck

Bales of mid, too much to scale

You ain’t coming big, then fuck it oh well

I just doubled up on a brand new plug

Now a nigga got one for every single drug

You pour Ciroq, nigga we pour the mud

She think I’m a pay for the cat, that’s a dub

I rock Chanel, your nigga rock love

I just bought a new stick and filled it with slugs

Don’t say none' but I just fucked on what’s her name

That bitch in fuckin' chain, dancin' hard like Usher rain

This shit 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 bitch, 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 nigga

Now my wrist look like a snow cone

Got half things, whole things, QPs

Young nigga sellin' ice cream like Coldstone

Pull up to the bank, nigga smelling like weed

Hop out the truck, I deposit the cheese

Half in Ralph, half in Ps

Some this shit dirty and some this shit clean

Mixing it up, Burberry Chucks

Pockets on clumps, chunky as fuck

Bales of mid, too much to scale

You ain’t coming big, then fuck it oh well