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Paydro - Feel Like The Bank lyrics

Artist: Paydro

album: Feel Like The Bank


I feel like the bank
I'm makin withdraws
I'm making deposits
The lamb or the wraith truck
I'm gettin my patnas
That yellow or rose gold
I can't think which one
I'm doing my diamonds
Foreign cars when we sliding
I feel like the bank
I'm makin withdraws
I'm making deposits
I can't think which one
I'm gettin my patna's
That yellow or rose gold
I can't think which one
Young shooters right behind me
Foreign cars when we sliding
Miami Beach I'm on 3 yachts
Brought the classic out that a reebok
I got the diamonds cleaned
That's a detox
In that sky box
With that yacht master
I'm in bora bora with my feet out
Drinking Red Bull's n patron shots
Private jets to them private places
I ain't take them with me
I was sellin bricks
When they was patty caking
I was baggin up right in granny basement
They was at home
I was skippin court, fuck the magistrate
No quarterback
I was callin plays on that corner strapped
I had them long days
Craps block jumpin like a dunk from shaq
You in my business boy
Nah don't do that
I'm super solid
Ion run with rats
From when I was on them racks
Now a nigga standing on them racks
Now a nigga pushing all them benz
Hunnit thousand dollars on my neck
I'm makin withdraws
I'm making deposits
The lamb or the wraith truck
I can't think which one
That yellow or rose gold
I can't think which one
I'm doing my diamonds
Young shooters right behind me
I feel like the bank
I'm makin withdraws
I'm making deposits
The lamb or the wraith truck
I'm gettin my Patnas
That yellow or rose gold
I can't think which one
I'm doing my diamonds
Foreign cars when we sliding
My pops gone
I was rollin stones
I was sellin bricks with that rolly on
Ion think niggas wanna war at all
Louis V slippin need a new shipment
I'm dripped out
I done wore it all
I'm out of work
Taco Bell sign that's the border call
For them broke niggas
Airplane mode only private jets
Size the money up
This the big and tall
Hell yea every nigga with me ball
Put baguettes on me just to piss em off
Where the fuck was you when I was kicking doors
Where the fuck was u when I was mixing raw
When from pain to sippin champagne
Brought the Dro chain for the campaign
Cartier frames hater blocker shades
This that jewelry just for the day

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