I know that I'm different
That seven man out (Odd man out)
And going the distance
Like the gap in ya mouth
I don't do it for clout but shit
If it come with it?
Ima just take it and run with it
Play with the beat and have fun with it
Especially since I'm still funding it
Every second though I'm loving it
No McLovin' but an oven mitt holding the pen
OG HERBO that I'm rolling
The paper swollen
And my homie he rolling again
This ain't for trends though
This ain't pretend
Yeah this foundation but not for the skin
I'm building the life that I'm living
And been so patient
Now the doctor is in
And I'm putting these niggas in comatose
Wrote a prescription to listen
They overdose on the dope
The Godly within me ain't never broke
Even when I'm in 7/11 and checking my bank account just to make sure I can get a coke
That's not a joke
I'm deadass
That's when I'm my best at math
That bank
That cheddar cheese
I want it
They call it greed
I need it
My fantasies
Got pockets that's hella deep
Gimme rank
Break the bank
Gimme cream
No Wu-Tang
Make a mill
Pocket change
Spread the bills
With all the gang
But watch ya step though
Them boys be klepto
Stuck on default
I edit my setting and start on the next flow
I be in my bag now
No book in my bag now
I fitted that cap gown
As a part of the black brown
Now I'm here and I'm back in my town
And I feel like the man (Yup)
Starting this shit with a band (Yup)
Tell Uncle Sam put his hands (Up)
If he unarmed I don't care (Duck)
Whole lotta currency circle the soil
The heat of the kettle
The bend of a coil
The king to a royal
The grain of the soil
I'll be damned if I don't get a buck or two
Bitch I'll make me an app that'll cop a rack
Zuckerberg wanna buy?
Then I'm all for that
Stamp backpack trap as a class of rap
An act of active laps on the dopest tracks
And maxing out the Garden
Taking shots they can't guard him
Push em off and step back like I'm harden
Disrespectful no pardon
Shake a nigga no Harlem
I'm awesome
Won't be starving long
I got a thing for the microphone
Now I'm a Chief like Pat Mahomes
The climb steep
My legs are strong
Wait till you see all the shit I be on
But for the moment I'm moving with means
Spending my money to get it back
It's a process
That's what I get for deciding to rap
That bank
That cheddar cheese
I want it
They call it greed
I need it
My fantasies
Got pockets that's hella deep
Gimme rank
Break the bank
Gimme cream
No Wu-Tang
Make a mill
Pocket change
Spread the bills
With all the gang
Shon Weathers - Bank Lyrics
Shon Weathers - Bank Lyrics
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English
I know that I'm different
That seven man out (Odd man out)
And going the distance
Like the gap in ya mouth
I don't do it for clout but shit
If it come with it?
Ima just take it and run with it
Play with the beat and have fun with it
Especially since I'm still funding it
Every second though I'm loving it
No McLovin' but an oven mitt holding the pen
OG HERBO that I'm rolling
The paper swollen
And my homie he rolling again
This ain't for trends though
This ain't pretend
Yeah this foundation but not for the skin
I'm building the life that I'm living
And been so patient
Now the doctor is in
And I'm putting these niggas in comatose
Wrote a prescription to listen
They overdose on the dope
The Godly within me ain't never broke
Even when I'm in 7/11 and checking my bank account just to make sure I can get a coke
That's not a joke
I'm deadass
That's when I'm my best at math
That bank
That cheddar cheese
I want it
They call it greed
I need it
My fantasies
Got pockets that's hella deep
Gimme rank
Break the bank
Gimme cream
No Wu-Tang
Make a mill
Pocket change
Spread the bills
With all the gang
But watch ya step though
Them boys be klepto
Stuck on default
I edit my setting and start on the next flow
I be in my bag now
No book in my bag now
I fitted that cap gown
As a part of the black brown
Now I'm here and I'm back in my town
And I feel like the man (Yup)
Starting this shit with a band (Yup)
Tell Uncle Sam put his hands (Up)
If he unarmed I don't care (Duck)
Whole lotta currency circle the soil
The heat of the kettle
The bend of a coil
The king to a royal
The grain of the soil
I'll be damned if I don't get a buck or two
Bitch I'll make me an app that'll cop a rack
Zuckerberg wanna buy?
Then I'm all for that
Stamp backpack trap as a class of rap
An act of active laps on the dopest tracks
And maxing out the Garden
Taking shots they can't guard him
Push em off and step back like I'm harden
Disrespectful no pardon
Shake a nigga no Harlem
I'm awesome
Won't be starving long
I got a thing for the microphone
Now I'm a Chief like Pat Mahomes
The climb steep
My legs are strong
Wait till you see all the shit I be on
But for the moment I'm moving with means
Spending my money to get it back
It's a process
That's what I get for deciding to rap
That bank
That cheddar cheese
I want it
They call it greed
I need it
My fantasies
Got pockets that's hella deep
Gimme rank
Break the bank
Gimme cream
No Wu-Tang
Make a mill
Pocket change
Spread the bills
With all the gang
That seven man out (Odd man out)
And going the distance
Like the gap in ya mouth
I don't do it for clout but shit
If it come with it?
Ima just take it and run with it
Play with the beat and have fun with it
Especially since I'm still funding it
Every second though I'm loving it
No McLovin' but an oven mitt holding the pen
OG HERBO that I'm rolling
The paper swollen
And my homie he rolling again
This ain't for trends though
This ain't pretend
Yeah this foundation but not for the skin
I'm building the life that I'm living
And been so patient
Now the doctor is in
And I'm putting these niggas in comatose
Wrote a prescription to listen
They overdose on the dope
The Godly within me ain't never broke
Even when I'm in 7/11 and checking my bank account just to make sure I can get a coke
That's not a joke
I'm deadass
That's when I'm my best at math
That bank
That cheddar cheese
I want it
They call it greed
I need it
My fantasies
Got pockets that's hella deep
Gimme rank
Break the bank
Gimme cream
No Wu-Tang
Make a mill
Pocket change
Spread the bills
With all the gang
But watch ya step though
Them boys be klepto
Stuck on default
I edit my setting and start on the next flow
I be in my bag now
No book in my bag now
I fitted that cap gown
As a part of the black brown
Now I'm here and I'm back in my town
And I feel like the man (Yup)
Starting this shit with a band (Yup)
Tell Uncle Sam put his hands (Up)
If he unarmed I don't care (Duck)
Whole lotta currency circle the soil
The heat of the kettle
The bend of a coil
The king to a royal
The grain of the soil
I'll be damned if I don't get a buck or two
Bitch I'll make me an app that'll cop a rack
Zuckerberg wanna buy?
Then I'm all for that
Stamp backpack trap as a class of rap
An act of active laps on the dopest tracks
And maxing out the Garden
Taking shots they can't guard him
Push em off and step back like I'm harden
Disrespectful no pardon
Shake a nigga no Harlem
I'm awesome
Won't be starving long
I got a thing for the microphone
Now I'm a Chief like Pat Mahomes
The climb steep
My legs are strong
Wait till you see all the shit I be on
But for the moment I'm moving with means
Spending my money to get it back
It's a process
That's what I get for deciding to rap
That bank
That cheddar cheese
I want it
They call it greed
I need it
My fantasies
Got pockets that's hella deep
Gimme rank
Break the bank
Gimme cream
No Wu-Tang
Make a mill
Pocket change
Spread the bills
With all the gang
Writer: Shon Weathers
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