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OG Bellaire - Triple The Bank Lyrics



OG Bellaire - Triple The Bank Lyrics
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I'm back in the bank
Got a withdrawal to make
Deposit I put on the paint
These dollars on go
Open the safe I got codes
Packing the whip and I'm gone
I tripled the bank
Money gone drown out the pain
Shorty gone drown me with brain
My hand on my pole
Popo gone think that it's stole
We can't even f*ck if you poor
I'm chucking the deuce
Tighten the grip like it's loose
Call me the doctor I'm Suess
I'm back in the ring
Mayweather pop and I swing
Pop and I pick in the paint
Feel like Giannis
Poppin these shots you won't find us
I'm only f*ckin the finest
Feel like I'm Zion
Ball in this bitch like a giant
Get your ass shot if you try me
Ballin like Ja
Got me a stick in the car
Gotta stay strapped I'm a star
I ain't gone fall
It be my season the call
It be my season to ball
I ain't go fold
Fold your ass up like you told
Sit your ass down if you poor
Fold you some clothes
Boy you still working at Kohl's
I be tryna get me the code
Break in the safe
All these little rappers ain't safe
Put these niggas back in the place (oo yea)
Take your shorty back to my place
F*ck her real slow in the face (oo yea)
Boy I'm a fry like the oil these lyrics be hot out the pan (oo yea)
You know that this flow is organic this how I'm a triple the band (oo yea)
Now I start getting mechanical building this up is the plan oo yea
Smoking my weed its botanical green on me like peter pan (oo yea)
Walk in the club in the furs
I'm balling like I'm Dirty Dan
Had to go triple the worth
The bullshit deferred
My focus is all in the plan
I'm back in the bank
Got a withdrawal to make
Deposit I put on the paint
These dollars on go
Open the safe I got codes
Packing the whip and I'm gone
I tripled the bank
Money gone drown out the pain
Shorty gone drown me with brain
My hand on my pole
Popo gone think that it's stole
We can't even f*ck if you poor
I'm chucking the deuce
Had to go triple the worth
Money be licking the floors
Hop in the suit
Niggas don't know what that mean
Tailored like I'm in the crew
Whipping the Porsche
I don't be rapping for sport
Ballin like I'm in the court
Tryna get fame
All of these niggas be talk
I'm tryna get back on the plane
F*ck is you saying
Building this net is a pain
I'm not tryna sit entertained
Look at my pay
All of this shit come from pain
Gotta keep my bread in green
You not ahead
You do the same every day
Your bread be stuck in delay
I need my advance
Tryna go triple the bank
I need me the code to the safe
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I'm back in the bank
Got a withdrawal to make
Deposit I put on the paint
These dollars on go
Open the safe I got codes
Packing the whip and I'm gone
I tripled the bank
Money gone drown out the pain
Shorty gone drown me with brain
My hand on my pole
Popo gone think that it's stole
We can't even f*ck if you poor
I'm chucking the deuce
Tighten the grip like it's loose
Call me the doctor I'm Suess
I'm back in the ring
Mayweather pop and I swing
Pop and I pick in the paint
Feel like Giannis
Poppin these shots you won't find us
I'm only f*ckin the finest
Feel like I'm Zion
Ball in this bitch like a giant
Get your ass shot if you try me
Ballin like Ja
Got me a stick in the car
Gotta stay strapped I'm a star
I ain't gone fall
It be my season the call
It be my season to ball
I ain't go fold
Fold your ass up like you told
Sit your ass down if you poor
Fold you some clothes
Boy you still working at Kohl's
I be tryna get me the code
Break in the safe
All these little rappers ain't safe
Put these niggas back in the place (oo yea)
Take your shorty back to my place
F*ck her real slow in the face (oo yea)
Boy I'm a fry like the oil these lyrics be hot out the pan (oo yea)
You know that this flow is organic this how I'm a triple the band (oo yea)
Now I start getting mechanical building this up is the plan oo yea
Smoking my weed its botanical green on me like peter pan (oo yea)
Walk in the club in the furs
I'm balling like I'm Dirty Dan
Had to go triple the worth
The bullshit deferred
My focus is all in the plan
I'm back in the bank
Got a withdrawal to make
Deposit I put on the paint
These dollars on go
Open the safe I got codes
Packing the whip and I'm gone
I tripled the bank
Money gone drown out the pain
Shorty gone drown me with brain
My hand on my pole
Popo gone think that it's stole
We can't even f*ck if you poor
I'm chucking the deuce
Had to go triple the worth
Money be licking the floors
Hop in the suit
Niggas don't know what that mean
Tailored like I'm in the crew
Whipping the Porsche
I don't be rapping for sport
Ballin like I'm in the court
Tryna get fame
All of these niggas be talk
I'm tryna get back on the plane
F*ck is you saying
Building this net is a pain
I'm not tryna sit entertained
Look at my pay
All of this shit come from pain
Gotta keep my bread in green
You not ahead
You do the same every day
Your bread be stuck in delay
I need my advance
Tryna go triple the bank
I need me the code to the safe
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Writer: Brandon Wyatt-Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Language: English
Length: 2:04
Written by: Brandon Wyatt-Bell

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