Joey Banks - D E E P T H O U G H T S Lyrics

Yeah you know what the fuck goin on...
Its Joey Banks In This Hoe...

Swimming in the money
Come find me
Ima double up
Like siamese
I be hoarding cheese
Like i'm obese

I don't want a piece
I want the whole thing

Remember picking packs up from nogi

Now I'm hitting all my goals
Ain't no goalie

Only smoking good weed
No boofie

I might order lobster wit sushi

Only need the top
Fuck her pussy

She don't wanna fuck wit no rookies
Know that i'm the plug for the cookies
And I don't ever beat around the bushy

Ima break yo back
Make it gushie

I ain't gon' front
That shit is juicy

Shorty showing up
In just a 2 piece

Let me be myself
She love i'm goofy

Tell me where you at
I send a uber

I probably shoulda
Sent that message sooner

Use to be a lil more cooler
Now I'm just a lil more smoother

Now I'm dropping way more music
I should have way more viewers

Ahead of my time
Like the future

All of these cuts
I need some sutures

These niggas really dumb, hella stupid
Some one put that rat in the sewer

Stay wit a strap
I don't trust a bitch

Niggas always talk
But they ain't bout shit

We be hella humble
In the top ten

I could run it up or
Run the option

I be going off hella often

These niggas hella soft
Like some cotton

I could sell it all
Like an auction

Niggas washed up
Need to forfeit

Closet full of Christian Dior shit

I just got a bag
And told her hold this

In a super sport, hella horses

Stay killing shit
I got corpses

Low key I might cop a fortress
Everything around us is gorgeous

All of these brands
I need endorsements

A nigga still winning
So they tortured

I'm just doing better for the culture

I be hella stoned
Like a sculpture

Still ball out
No jumper

They say that my music is hella vulgur
I be going thru it is what I told her

I be getting bent
I'm never sober

Dreams getting
Closer and closer

I'm just tryna get like Oprah
Make her bend it over no yoga

Shit ain't been the same since corona

Early morning gas is mimosa
Hustle like I'm still on the corner

I be in the trap never social
All about my paper like a brochure