Bank

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Qveen Herby] Fake hoes get mad loans to be seen in a Ferrari Real bitches just stack bones, they camouflage like army Mountain estate with three gates, so high above your drama My in-taste is I don't chase, better straight down like Vodka [Bridge: Qveen Herby] Ha-ha-hate on me 'cause I'm too nice Act deaf if you say it twice Didn't come for that cheap hype You can keep that wit' your shelf life Legacy like Gucci stripe THC is my only vice You don't feel me, then that's fine Then get back in the kitchen like a good wife [Pre-Chorus: Monogem & Qveen Herby] It's a sweet life, cherry pie (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Everybody wants some Got a sweet life, my design (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Chorus: Qveen Herby] (You can) Take that to the bank I do what I want, everything that I touch I make it gold Take that to the bank It's not ladylike, but I like to get high on my supply Take that to the bank [Post-Chorus: Qveen Herby] Baby, oh, yeah You can take that to the bank Baby, oh, yeah (Oh, yeah) Take that to the bank Baby, oh, yeah You can take that to the bank Baby, oh, yeah (Ah, ah) [Verse 2: Qveen Herby] My steez is unique making new space, like a underscore Sorry, I only leave home for fifty bands or more Leo in my chart, so all these stars can hear me roar So much harder than before, so impossible to ignore you [Bridge: Qveen Herby] Hate on me 'cause I'm too nice Act deaf if you say it twice Didn't come for that cheap hype Ke-keep that wit' your shelf life Legacy like Gucci stripe THC is my only vice You don't feel me, then that's fine Then get back in the kitchen like a good wife [Pre-Chorus: Monogem & Qveen Herby] It's a sweet life, cherry pie (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Everybody wants some Got a sweet life, my design (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Chorus: Qveen Herby] (You can) Take that to the bank I do what I want, everything that I touch I make it gold Take that to the bank It's not ladylike, but I like to get high on my supply Take that to the bank [Post-Chorus: Qveen Herby] Baby, oh, yeah You can take that to the bank Baby, oh, yeah Take that to the bank Baby, oh, yeah You can take that to the bank Baby, oh, yeah (Uh) [Verse 3: Maliibu Miitch] Legacy like a Gucci stripe Hit the block with that China white Whippin' ah flippin' that yate Coke and a dip in a' flippin' out states Remember when they used to diss me? Now, I'm the one standin' there liftin' up weights Lockin' up keys to the safe Lift up my ape Fuck it and lace me in vape Goin' real hard in the pain Rollin' up, puffin' up, smokin' no dank (Dank, dank) Ain't got no love fo' no fake All of my bitches, they done what it takes, uh Ain't got no love for no funk nigga Ain't got no love for no chump, uh Ain't got no love for no hatin' ho Point 'em out and let 'em know [Chorus: Qveen Herby] Take that to the bank I do what I want, everything that I touch I make it gold (Everything that I touch, yeah) Take that to the bank It's not ladylike, but I like to get high on my supply (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Take that to the bank [Post-Chorus: Qveen Herby] Baby, oh, yeah You can take that to the bank Baby, oh, yeah You can take that to the bank Baby, oh, yeah You can take that to the bank Baby, oh, yeah [Outro: (Monogem) & Qveen Herby] (Sweet life... cherry pie) Yeah, yeah, yeah (Sweet life... ch-cherry pie) Aah, yeah