Bank on Us lyrics

[Verse 1: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Clan f*ckin' up these clubs, owners mad at us (They mad)
Cameras pointin' at our section 'cause we actin' up (Goin' stupid)
Ain't no smokin', but we blowin', got a half with us (Got a half)
Flyest n*gga standin' on the table, b*tch, I'm Bally'd up (b*tch, I'm Bally'd up)
I'm like, "Tevo, get my feet on tape," like I'm spattin' up (Like I'm spattin' up)
n*gga better go and hide his b*tch 'cause she bad as f*ck (Yeah, she bad)
Clan walkin' in this b*tch, got a bank on us (Got a bank, Bankroll Dani on the track)
Yeah, f*ck with us, all drinks on us (All the drinks)
'Member dingy-ass clothes, shirts wrinkled up (All wrinkled)
Fear of God boots laced up, f*cked my ankle up (f*cked my ankle up)
Pretty b*tch, baby hairs and she all bangled up (That b*tch bad)
She don't f*ck with lame n*ggas callin', she keep hangin' up (Bye)
n*ggas always hatin', that is not gon' make your rank go up (n*ggas lame)
Stuffin' all these hundreds in my pocket 'cause it can't fold up (Ugh)
I be with some thirsty-ass n*ggas, put your Franco up (Yeah)
b*tches love my fashion (Love it), fade dippin', splashin' (Splashin')
Y'all be lovin' on these hoes we be smashin' (Smashin')
Eatin' big steaks, big shrimps, ain't no salad (f*ck that salad)
'Member mama yellin', "Boy, better eat that cabbage" (Eat that cabbage)
Came a long way from gettin' down on them pallets (Yeah)
Had to get some money, I ain't never really had sh*t (Never had sh*t)
My b*tch super bad, I ain't f*ckin' with no average (No average)
Ballin' every game, I ain't never went to practice (Ballin')
Flyer than a plane, got a b*tch up at Saks Fifth
[Verse 2: Jeeezy]
Y'all can't get up in this party, but these hoes can (These hoes can)
And we wrecked these coupes from Watson to the Rosecrans (To the Rosecrans)
That n*gga Neezy caught a play, f*ck a gameplan (f*ck a gameplan)
Gucci shades on my face, these ain't Ray Bans (Hell nah)
BucksClan goin' shopppin', spend like eight bands (Spend like eight bands)
He a snitch, he a rat, we can't shake hands (Hell nah)
BlueBucks blowin' gas, got our own strand (Got our own strand)
Tevo pullin' up to Vizz, this sh*t not planned (This sh*t not planned)
Me and TD got a fifth, don't know how to act (Don't know how to act)
This n*gga DJ off the shrooms, high as Captain Mack (The f*ck?)
I left her ass in the past, ain't no lookin' back (Hell nah)
Drive the foreign down Vermont like a race track (Like a race track)

[Verse 3: BlueBucksClan DJ]
All my n*ggas really eatin', where your plates at?
Make it rain in every club, where your rake at?
I ain't even tryna f*ck, where your face at?
My b*tch ass super fat and her waist snatched
Scammin'-ass lil' b*tch, she got face tats
Keep me fresh, keep me clean, yeah, like Ajax
We don't do them C-Class, this a Maybach
Drive the foreign down Vermont like a race track
All my n*ggas really eatin', where your plates at?
Make it rain in every club, where your rake at?
I ain't even tryna f*ck, where your face at?
My b*tch ass super fat and her waist snatched
Scammin'-ass lil' b*tch, she got face tats
Keep me fresh, keep me clean, yeah, like Ajax
We don't do them C 300s, this a Maybach
Drive the foreign down Vermont like a race track