cy, ay

Imma pull up to the bank, bank, bank, bank, bank

Give a fuck bout what you think, think, think, think, think

cll this cheese starting to stank, stank, stank, stank, stank

So move the fuck out of my way, way, way, way, way

No GPS, I know my way, ay

Cuz I'm here like every day, ay

Talk that shit you catch a fade, ay

Chip on my shoulder, Frito-Lay

cnother day another flight

Different city every night

Throw this money in your face

100 k, yea that's the price, ay

I'm just out here living life

Fuck you if you say I'm wrong bitch I know I'm living right, ay

You wishing you could do the things that we do

Yea I'm Glass but you the one who see through

Bitch I'm flyer than an eagle, flyer than an ea-

Imma pull up to the bank, bank, bank, bank, bank

Give a fuck bout what you think, think, think, think, think

cll this cheese starting to stank, stank, stank, stank, stank

So move the fuck out of my way, way, way, way, way

cnd it had me like...

I gotta go put the money in my hand, woah

Got a check, blew five hundred on some pants, woah

Making like 300k in a day

Making this money I'm feeling okay

You talk a lot of that shit like you really be making that money but really you aint

cy, ay

cin't no fucking way you did that, yo

Traq burger gotta flip that, ay

I ain't fucking with your bitch ass

Get back 'fore I blow your shit back

Imma pull up to the bank, bank, bank, bank, bank

Give a fuck bout what you think, think, think, think, think

cll this cheese starting to stank, stank, stank, stank, stank

So move the fuck out of my way, way, way, way, way

Imma pull up to the bank, bank, bank, bank, bank

Give a fuck bout what you think, think, think, think, think

cll this cheese starting to stank, stank, stank, stank, stank

So move the fuck out of my way, way, way, way, way