Might send it in a Crate for 'em
Banks
Ah, Too much money on my line, Phone keep on ringing
Tell 'em they gone have to wait for it
Nigga take a seat at the table, Then we all gone eat
I could put it on a plate for 'em
I done came up lil' nigga, Now they want to f*ck with me
Might be a lil' late for 'em
Had to take him down for the work
'Cause he played tough with me
I'ma Bake a lil' cake for 'em
Got a good plug on the food, we can get it on the road
I can send it in a crate for 'em
Want the whole fee my nigga, We ain't taking no shorts
And I got a good rate for 'em
They done f*cked up, I done jumped right back in my bag
Now it really ain't safe for 'em
Had to take him down for the work
Get it all from the stash
I'ma Bake a lil' cake for em
Yeah Yeah
They calling me Banks now
Oh I got bank now
I'm at the Bank now
I know the teller
Nigga want weight now
Numbers look great now
You in the way now
I know the seller
She on the way now
I need her face down
Gripping her waist putting dick in her pelvis
She get the straight pound
Law, I'ma lay down
Tied her hands up 'cause she like feeling helpless
Stick with the beam
We rocking like Elvis
Whole lot of green Like I ball with the Celtics
She European, Keep speaking in Celtic
Put a lil' bag on his head like a Helmet
I got some homies knee deep in the church
I got some homies whip white up like Hellmans
I'm like the nigga somewhere in the middle
I'm still the one thats gone bring all the M's in
I come in peace
I just came here to rock
You said it's pressure, when really it's not
I get 'em gone for like 50 a pop
Shoutout my youngin', just sent me the drop
They say I rap like I'm Biggie & Pac
Come take a look, this shit really in stock
He talking wild? Cool, I'll ignore it
But play with my family, I'll send him up top
Kill
Too much money on my line, Phone keep on ringing
Tell 'em they gone have to wait for it
Nigga take a seat at the table, Then we all gone eat
I could put it on a plate for 'em
I done came up lil' nigga, Now they want to f*ck with me
Might be a lil' late for 'em
Had to take him down for the work
'Cause he played tough with me
I'ma Bake a lil' cake for 'em
Got a good plug on the food, we can get it on the road
I can send it in a crate for 'em
Want the whole fee my nigga, We ain't taking no shorts
And I got a good rate for 'em
They done f*cked up, I done jumped right back in my bag
Now it really ain't safe for 'em
Had to take him down for the work
Get it all from the stash
I'ma Bake a lil' cake for em
Fauva
Man we really got cookies and cakes for sell
Might sell you a Nugg, Might sell you the plug
Got dammit I even got shake for sell
Look out for the Dub, I'll show you some love
She want me to leg her and pay for nails
Might throw her some ones to f*ck up the club
She got what it takes to make the sell
I give her the dog, She come back with drugs
I took a trip to Philly for them black bags
Oh you need pounds? Homie that's a hashtag
We got that Afghan, Like its Baghdad
We leave you deadbeat like a bad dad
Don't eat no dead meat, I'ma plant man
Bag up that good gas by the gram gram
Dripping like water baby that's that Xan Xan
Walk with the stick, call me Fauva Bam Bam
Ok
Phone ring
Door swing
Drop the addy, cop the baggies
Nigga we up
Keep your mouth closed
Don't be buying flashy clothes
Don't f*ck up the Re-up
Up now, Probably why they stuck now
It ain't making no sense
I know that one thing, It's a couple of points off
Good thing I brought my bench
Fauva!
Too much money on my line, Phone keep on ringing
Tell 'em they gone have to wait for it
Nigga take a seat at the table, Then we all gone eat
I could put it on a plate for 'em
I done came up lil' nigga, Now they want to f*ck with me
Might be a lil' late for 'em
Had to take him down for the work
'Cause he played tough with me
I'ma Bake a lil' cake for 'em
Got a good plug on the food, we can get it on the road
I can send it in a crate for 'em
Want the whole fee my nigga, We ain't taking no shorts
And I got a good rate for 'em
They done f*cked up, I done jumped right back in my bag
Now it really ain't safe for 'em
Had to take him down for the work
Get it all from the stash
I'ma Bake a lil' cake for em
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Might send it in a Crate for 'em
Banks
Ah, Too much money on my line, Phone keep on ringing
Tell 'em they gone have to wait for it
Nigga take a seat at the table, Then we all gone eat
I could put it on a plate for 'em
I done came up lil' nigga, Now they want to f*ck with me
Might be a lil' late for 'em
Had to take him down for the work
'Cause he played tough with me
I'ma Bake a lil' cake for 'em
Got a good plug on the food, we can get it on the road
I can send it in a crate for 'em
Want the whole fee my nigga, We ain't taking no shorts
And I got a good rate for 'em
They done f*cked up, I done jumped right back in my bag
Now it really ain't safe for 'em
Had to take him down for the work
Get it all from the stash
I'ma Bake a lil' cake for em
Yeah Yeah
They calling me Banks now
Oh I got bank now
I'm at the Bank now
I know the teller
Nigga want weight now
Numbers look great now
You in the way now
I know the seller
She on the way now
I need her face down
Gripping her waist putting dick in her pelvis
She get the straight pound
Law, I'ma lay down
Tied her hands up 'cause she like feeling helpless
Stick with the beam
We rocking like Elvis
Whole lot of green Like I ball with the Celtics
She European, Keep speaking in Celtic
Put a lil' bag on his head like a Helmet
I got some homies knee deep in the church
I got some homies whip white up like Hellmans
I'm like the nigga somewhere in the middle
I'm still the one thats gone bring all the M's in
I come in peace
I just came here to rock
You said it's pressure, when really it's not
I get 'em gone for like 50 a pop
Shoutout my youngin', just sent me the drop
They say I rap like I'm Biggie & Pac
Come take a look, this shit really in stock
He talking wild? Cool, I'll ignore it
But play with my family, I'll send him up top
Kill
Too much money on my line, Phone keep on ringing
Tell 'em they gone have to wait for it
Nigga take a seat at the table, Then we all gone eat
I could put it on a plate for 'em
I done came up lil' nigga, Now they want to f*ck with me
Might be a lil' late for 'em
Had to take him down for the work
'Cause he played tough with me
I'ma Bake a lil' cake for 'em
Got a good plug on the food, we can get it on the road
I can send it in a crate for 'em
Want the whole fee my nigga, We ain't taking no shorts
And I got a good rate for 'em
They done f*cked up, I done jumped right back in my bag
Now it really ain't safe for 'em
Had to take him down for the work
Get it all from the stash
I'ma Bake a lil' cake for em
Fauva
Man we really got cookies and cakes for sell
Might sell you a Nugg, Might sell you the plug
Got dammit I even got shake for sell
Look out for the Dub, I'll show you some love
She want me to leg her and pay for nails
Might throw her some ones to f*ck up the club
She got what it takes to make the sell
I give her the dog, She come back with drugs
I took a trip to Philly for them black bags
Oh you need pounds? Homie that's a hashtag
We got that Afghan, Like its Baghdad
We leave you deadbeat like a bad dad
Don't eat no dead meat, I'ma plant man
Bag up that good gas by the gram gram
Dripping like water baby that's that Xan Xan
Walk with the stick, call me Fauva Bam Bam
Ok
Phone ring
Door swing
Drop the addy, cop the baggies
Nigga we up
Keep your mouth closed
Don't be buying flashy clothes
Don't f*ck up the Re-up
Up now, Probably why they stuck now
It ain't making no sense
I know that one thing, It's a couple of points off
Good thing I brought my bench
Fauva!
Too much money on my line, Phone keep on ringing
Tell 'em they gone have to wait for it
Nigga take a seat at the table, Then we all gone eat
I could put it on a plate for 'em
I done came up lil' nigga, Now they want to f*ck with me
Might be a lil' late for 'em
Had to take him down for the work
'Cause he played tough with me
I'ma Bake a lil' cake for 'em
Got a good plug on the food, we can get it on the road
I can send it in a crate for 'em
Want the whole fee my nigga, We ain't taking no shorts
And I got a good rate for 'em
They done f*cked up, I done jumped right back in my bag
Now it really ain't safe for 'em
Had to take him down for the work
Get it all from the stash
I'ma Bake a lil' cake for em
Banks
Ah, Too much money on my line, Phone keep on ringing
Tell 'em they gone have to wait for it
Nigga take a seat at the table, Then we all gone eat
I could put it on a plate for 'em
I done came up lil' nigga, Now they want to f*ck with me
Might be a lil' late for 'em
Had to take him down for the work
'Cause he played tough with me
I'ma Bake a lil' cake for 'em
Got a good plug on the food, we can get it on the road
I can send it in a crate for 'em
Want the whole fee my nigga, We ain't taking no shorts
And I got a good rate for 'em
They done f*cked up, I done jumped right back in my bag
Now it really ain't safe for 'em
Had to take him down for the work
Get it all from the stash
I'ma Bake a lil' cake for em
Yeah Yeah
They calling me Banks now
Oh I got bank now
I'm at the Bank now
I know the teller
Nigga want weight now
Numbers look great now
You in the way now
I know the seller
She on the way now
I need her face down
Gripping her waist putting dick in her pelvis
She get the straight pound
Law, I'ma lay down
Tied her hands up 'cause she like feeling helpless
Stick with the beam
We rocking like Elvis
Whole lot of green Like I ball with the Celtics
She European, Keep speaking in Celtic
Put a lil' bag on his head like a Helmet
I got some homies knee deep in the church
I got some homies whip white up like Hellmans
I'm like the nigga somewhere in the middle
I'm still the one thats gone bring all the M's in
I come in peace
I just came here to rock
You said it's pressure, when really it's not
I get 'em gone for like 50 a pop
Shoutout my youngin', just sent me the drop
They say I rap like I'm Biggie & Pac
Come take a look, this shit really in stock
He talking wild? Cool, I'll ignore it
But play with my family, I'll send him up top
Kill
Too much money on my line, Phone keep on ringing
Tell 'em they gone have to wait for it
Nigga take a seat at the table, Then we all gone eat
I could put it on a plate for 'em
I done came up lil' nigga, Now they want to f*ck with me
Might be a lil' late for 'em
Had to take him down for the work
'Cause he played tough with me
I'ma Bake a lil' cake for 'em
Got a good plug on the food, we can get it on the road
I can send it in a crate for 'em
Want the whole fee my nigga, We ain't taking no shorts
And I got a good rate for 'em
They done f*cked up, I done jumped right back in my bag
Now it really ain't safe for 'em
Had to take him down for the work
Get it all from the stash
I'ma Bake a lil' cake for em
Fauva
Man we really got cookies and cakes for sell
Might sell you a Nugg, Might sell you the plug
Got dammit I even got shake for sell
Look out for the Dub, I'll show you some love
She want me to leg her and pay for nails
Might throw her some ones to f*ck up the club
She got what it takes to make the sell
I give her the dog, She come back with drugs
I took a trip to Philly for them black bags
Oh you need pounds? Homie that's a hashtag
We got that Afghan, Like its Baghdad
We leave you deadbeat like a bad dad
Don't eat no dead meat, I'ma plant man
Bag up that good gas by the gram gram
Dripping like water baby that's that Xan Xan
Walk with the stick, call me Fauva Bam Bam
Ok
Phone ring
Door swing
Drop the addy, cop the baggies
Nigga we up
Keep your mouth closed
Don't be buying flashy clothes
Don't f*ck up the Re-up
Up now, Probably why they stuck now
It ain't making no sense
I know that one thing, It's a couple of points off
Good thing I brought my bench
Fauva!
Too much money on my line, Phone keep on ringing
Tell 'em they gone have to wait for it
Nigga take a seat at the table, Then we all gone eat
I could put it on a plate for 'em
I done came up lil' nigga, Now they want to f*ck with me
Might be a lil' late for 'em
Had to take him down for the work
'Cause he played tough with me
I'ma Bake a lil' cake for 'em
Got a good plug on the food, we can get it on the road
I can send it in a crate for 'em
Want the whole fee my nigga, We ain't taking no shorts
And I got a good rate for 'em
They done f*cked up, I done jumped right back in my bag
Now it really ain't safe for 'em
Had to take him down for the work
Get it all from the stash
I'ma Bake a lil' cake for em
Writer: B Williams
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