Oprah's Bank Account

作词 : Aubrey Graham/Earl Isaac Bynum/Jonathan L Kirk/Miles Parks Mccollum

作曲 : Aubrey Graham/Earl Isaac Bynum/Jonathan L Kirk/Miles Parks Mccollum

(EarlOnTheBeat)

I ain't mad at 'em, baby

If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy

Diamond in the rough

You look as good as Oprah's bank account

I just wanna take you out

Fxck you in your mama house

Overseas, I fly you out

Is it trickin' if she really love me?

Let's just find it out

Baby, what's up with your mouth?

City girl straight from the South

Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy

I condone the drama, ayy

I tongued down Madonna, ayy

Do you need pajamas? Yeah

Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it

I hide in the cave like Osama did

I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District

You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah

Money and me are the same

But I just don't fold for you, yeah

Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you

I don't know what you were told

But I ain't mad at you, baby

If I seen't you out

Me too would be up on you crazy

Diamond in the rough

You look as good as Oprah's bank account

I just wanna take you out

Fxck you in your mama house

Overseas, I fly you out

Is it trickin' if she really love me?

Let's just find it out

Baby, what's up with your mouth?

City girl straight from the South

Is they mad that you fxck with me?

(Is they mad, mad, mad?)

Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt)

Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?)

If l could get my shit togethe

Lockin' it down, lockin' it down

Lockin' it down, I want you (I want you)

I want them to know you're my baby boo (My boo)

We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do

Every time we step out, n!ggas look at you

(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)

I ain't mad at 'em, baby

If I seen't you out

Me too would be up on you crazy

Diamond in the rough

You look as good as Oprah's bank account

I just wanna take you out

You look as good as Oprah's bank account

I just wanna take you out

You look as good as Oprah's bank account

I just wanna take you out

You look as good as Oprah's bank account

I ain't mad at 'em, baby

My b!tch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (Let's go)

Take a pic with a b!tch and she faint (Yeah)

She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint

My b!tch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (Uh)

You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds

My b!tch like a big bag of money, this new money (Chill)

You gon' make the b!tch think that you love her (Fxck you)

Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (Aw)

Take the lil' n!gga b!tch, he ain't do nothin' (Yeah)

Now his b!tch goin' Baby on Baby (Let's go)

She want me to stay, I ain't stayin'

And I hope that these n!ggas don't play

I ain't playin' (Let's go)

Your b!tch lookin' good as Oprah bank account

I'm the type to take a n!gga ho from him and take her out

Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth

(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)

I ain't mad at 'em, baby (Let's go)

If I seen't you out

Me too would be up on you crazy (Let's go)

Diamond in the rough

You look as good as Oprah's bank account

I just wanna take you out

Fxck you in your mama house

Overseas, I fly you out

Is it trickin' if she really love me?

Let's just find it out

Baby, what's up with your mouth?

City girl straight from the South

I just wanna take you out

You look as good as Oprah's bank account

I just wanna take you out

You look as good as Oprah's bank account

I just wanna take you out

You look as good as Oprah's bank account

I ain't mad at 'em, baby