UnknownPodcasters - In The Bank Lyrics

Poppin' these verses like my merch
I don't got no kids but she call me Daddy
Damn that bitch she wantin' my baby
My life too crazy, is la Vida loca
All my life I been on my shit
Talkin' to tweakers they rankin' up
21 opps on da road and we goin up 80
Wit a sidebitch and my piece
R.I.P Pop Smoke
R.I.P Young Dolph
Man I haven't played golf
5 years always on the road
I'm doin my thang, I'm livin' my life
Yeah yo bitch she playin' my songs
I got Franck on my wrist with a Swedish hoe
And a Russian bitch, comin' in clutch wit her suicide vibe
Lil Nas X we in industry
This ain't no imagery
Peep my song glockin'
No blockin', no talkin'
Yeah dem hoes be stalkin'
All over my page
I don't got time to waste
I don't got time for a hoe
I just be fuckin' them raw
While I spank that ass
Makin' her beg for more
College girls ain't no real ass freak!
These industry hoe's just want a piece a me
Ya'll want a piece me
Well too bad is me
Switch the flow up in case
Pull up in a hard top fuck a drop top
At least we bullet proof
Goin' through the roof wit Elon Musk
Crypto goin hot with da clock
Squidward whippin' in the kitchen
Damn that crib blew up
Next thing you know you don't got no teeth
One of my hoes yeah she got a lisp
Give her dat slurpy then maker her talk
Doin' that funky walk
Yeah my crew be fly as hell
Full of ourselves we rich as fuck
When we shoot you can't even duck
Don't make me bring out FBG Duck
I'm Benjamin Blueface when I walk out the bank
Still the same when I walk in the bank
Still the same when I walk in the bank
Textin' me 24/7
I don't even respond no more
Unless is da bag imma pick up the phone
Bitches ask for my number
They just wanna fuck
Yeah yo wife she gettin' cucked
Call me Sir smack I'm the man
Laughin' my ass like Santa Clause
Yeah your wife comin' home to you
You kissin' her lips while she been on my dick

Almost done wit the verse
I be goin' in slow my with my flow
Like I stroke that hoe
Hittin' her raw while my hand on her wrist
Wakin' up naked in the morning
Set my alarm for 4 AM
4 AM
She feelin' my vibe tonight
She feelin' my vibe
Tellin' me how she want to ride me all night
I'm like sike I'm busy
Call me next time I ain't goin' to say bye
Sike, baby we goin' to see
Yeah, baby we goin' to see
Busy wit the bag
I don't got time for a hoe
Niggas tryna test me
Boy you best believe, always got that piece with me
Yeah I'm about that peace for real
Got your bitch doin' a cartwheel
Ask her how she feels
Yeah, ask her how she feels