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Bank letra


Dizzy off drinking that vodka
More rounds coming ain't stopping
Throw it back until you nauseous
Money pouring like a faucet, yeah
Babygirl shake that cake

If you spend a lil more she gon' fill up yo plate
Feel the sparks flying so we smoke and get baked
And she can stay whining that waist
Stay money making all day
And money all night

Drop it down she knows how to get all up in your mind
Eyes playing 'em tricks on you, shit, maybe it's the high
She ain't worried 'bout a check
Whatever she wants she gon' get
Watching her whine gotchu lit
No, no, you'll never forget

Pulling up to the strip club and get high
Throwing up that dough watching it fly
Way she working that pole ain't gon' lie
She be getting that paper getting it right
Gon' be one hell of a night

Whole lotta cash niggas bringing inside
I brought a lotta money so I could flex
Everybody in the club making it rain
$20, $50, $100 dollar bills in the bank

Mo' bottles we popping
My niggas rich and the flossing
Pull up in a Aston
Drinking with a caution

Security strapped with the Mach's
Case a nigga wanna take losses
Everybody think they a goddess
I'd rather not 'cause I'm modest
We in the limelight

Bitches and bottle galore
She drop it down to the floor
Got 'em niggas wanting more
Bad bitches what a night

Bands falling from the sky
Seen it with my naked eye
She be super lit, know I'm feeling it
She be on me all night

Drop it down she knows how to get all up in your mind
Eyes playing 'em tricks on you, shit, maybe it's the high
She ain't worried 'bout a check
Whatever she wants she gon' get
Watching her whine gotchu lit
No, no, you'll never forget

Pulling up to the strip club and get high
Throwing up that dough watching it fly
Way she working that pole ain't gon' lie
She be getting that paper getting it right
Gon' be one hell of a night

Whole lotta cash niggas bringing inside
I brought a lotta money so I could flex
Everybody in the club making it rain
$20, $50, $100 dollar bills in the bank

Haley Smalls - Letras

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