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lirik lagu m’s in the bank – blaike

hook :

running for 3 or 5 m’s in the bank
be the n*gga with 3 and 5 letters in my name
got my b*tch in hood waiting ’till i make it rain
see these n*ggas with the glock but they’re really scared to aim

these b*tches tryna play, they don’t really know the game
i don’t wanna see you around, so i keep my windows tint
do not f*ck broke b*tch, my n*gga them p*ssy stink
i’m to up now, up, everywhere they let me in

i’ll be gentle if you come with the cash
and i’m polite when you sit on lap
i’ll be nice if work with your ass
’bout make a deposit asap

verse 1 :

let’s start with two broke n*ggas that i left in the hood
these n*ggas might trippin’
ain’t no n*gga can tell me what i do
i’m a boss motherf*cker sit back and just listen
valentino flow, margiela kicks
on the front line that’s a vibe that i’m drippin’
’bout to cut a check, vvs baguettes
diamonds on my flesh look the way it hittin’

in my city it’s all about them racks
over here we serving them packs
these n*ggas get played that’s a fact
play with me man that’s a wrap

20’s on my wrist, 20’s on my b
pull up in your city with 20’s on the drip
n*ggas gettin’ mad by the way that i’m flexin’
diamond on my neck look the way it hittin’

just bought a wraith to my momma
i said that’s what you want, she said yes son
mercedes benz it ain’t sh*t son
hit the lotto i’m millionaire

millionaire, millionaire
all of my n*ggas we’re really in here
flyin’ to cali, we’re up in la
and my n*ggas got trees yeah we smoke in the air

hook :
running for 3 or 5 m’s in the bank
be the n*gga with 3 and 5 letters in my name
got my b*tch in hood waiting ’till i make it rain
see these n*ggas with the glock but they’re really scared to aim

i’ll be gentle if you come with the cash
and i’m polite when you sit on lap
i’ll be nice if work with your ass
’bout make a deposit asap

real street n*gga sh*t man
b4e gang, ycm let’s get it

swear to god these n*ggas so lame
p*ssy ass n*ggas you’re lame
don’t play with me, play with your b*tch
vvs+ is on my wrist
on highway to the eastside
spent 100 racks on westside
kickin’ sh*t from the middle east
smokin’ harshish that’s a christmas tree

when i pull up, b*tterfly doors
leave a message, i’m on the tour
ycm sh*t, b4e gang
f*ck with the gang (the chopper gonna bang)

got a bad b*tch she super thick
colin kaepernick she took a knee
how far she goes, we gonna let her see
your mama on my crib swallowing the d

i’m in fashion week show
rockin’ that christian dior
these junkies they’re knocking my door
swear to god i can’t be poor

i’m in streets where the hitters at
don’t play with the gang, we gonna let it bang
i’m in section where all them bad b*tches at

hook :

i’ll be gentle if you come with the cash
and i’m polite when you sit on lap
i’ll be nice if work with your ass
’bout make a deposit asap

- blaike

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