Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bank , by - Haley Smalls. Release date: 27.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bank |
| 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 |