Bank Up Lyrics - Singles - Rae Sremmurd

All Yall niggas think yall can bank up but show us if you can rank and if you bad lil nigga pour that drink up 

yall niggas aint real stop lien them hoes i fuck be dying thrm bitched i kiss be yours everything i touch turns gold my bankroll just wont fold gotdamn them hundreds to old get money my favorite wishport career on my favorite porshe. 

make them niggas fall when rae sremm stay up like u spilled a cup My daddy Alabama, Momma Louisiana 

You mix that negro with that Creole make a Texas bama 

I like my baby heir with baby hair and afros 

I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils 

Earned all this money but they never take the country out me 

I got a hot sauce in my bag, swagGettin' so cold I'm not blinkin' 

What in the world was I thinkin'? 

New day, new money to be made 

There is nothing to explain 

I'm a fuckin black Beatle, cream seats in the Regal 

Rockin John Lennon lenses like to see 'em spread eagle 

Took a bitch to the club and let her party on the table 

Screamin' "everybody's famous" 

Like clockwork, I blow it all 

And get some more 

Get you somebody that can do both 

Black Beatles got the babes belly rolling 

She think she love me 

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I think she trollin'Came in with two girls, look like strippers in their real clothes 

A broke hoe can only point me to a rich hoe 

A yellow bitch with green hair, a real weirdo 

Black man, yellow Lamb', real life goals 

They seen that Guwop and them just came in through the side door 

There's so much money on the floor we buyin school clothes 

Watch me break the money machine till her clothes fall 

Pint of lean, pound of weed, and a kilo 

I eurostep past a hater like I'm Rondo 

I upgrade your baby mama to a condo 

My Chapos servin' yayo to the gringos 

Black Beatle, club close when I say soShe's a good teaser, and we blowin' reefer 

Your body like a work of art, baby 

Don't fuck with me, I'll break your heart, baby 

D&G on me, I got a lot of flavor 

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15 hundred on my feet, I'm tryna kill these haters 

I had haters when I was broke, I'm rich, I still got haters 

I had hoes when I was broke, I'm rich, I'm still a player 

I wear leather Gucci jackets like its still the 80's 

I've been blowin' OG Kush, I feel a lil' sedated 

I can't worry about a broke nigga or a hater 

Black Beatle, bitch, me and Paul McCartney related 

That girl is a real crowd pleaser 

Small world, all her friends know me 

Young bull livin' like an old geezer 

Release the cash, watch it fall slowly 

Frat girls still tryna get even 

Haters mad for whatever reason 

Smoke in the air, binge drinkin' 

They lose it when the DJ drops the needle