Fresh Out The Bank (feat. Dave)
(Fresh out the bank)
Ooh, fresh out the bank
I do my lil' bop, I don't know how to dance
I gotta get it, I'ma champ
I gotta give thanks, ooh
I'm in my bag, clean mix
Stretch out the pack, clean mix
Stretch out the rocks, clean kicks
Fresh out the box, beat sticks
New money and some plastic notes
My stack too big it can't fold
We going platinum gold with these mark row flows (brt)
Cah my life's so cold
Put rocks in my watch, you can see I sell stones
I can drop a tune like a box on the stove
I'm legit now mum, I locked off the phone
But I'm on the motes, I got spots on my dome
I ain't a dancer, I'm a bopper
I ain't a rapper, I'm a robber
I ain't a trapper, I'm a slapper and a horrible fucker
A half an M in advance
You won't get a next chance
Could've seen a bigger bag, but I got the best camp
I shook hands and I said thanks
Gees, roads getting me rich but that's some dead plans
I really studies the streets like it's some exams
Ooh, fresh out the bank
I do my lil' bop I don't know how to dance
I gotta get it, I'ma champ
I gotta give thanks, ooh
I'm in my bag, clean mix
Stretch out the pack, clean, mix
Stretch out the rocks, clean, kicks
Fresh out the box, beat sticks
Yeah, look
Four by four, fresh out the tank
Call me Santan, cah I'm fresh out the bank
Sheep skin coat, fresh out the lamb
DVLA, fresh out the clamp
Clean kicks, fresh out the box
Lights kin girl, man's fresh out the box
Say free scales till he's fresh out the box
Stress out the cops
Press out the opps
Bro, it's so simple, them man are simping
Katt Williams, I stay pimpin'
Catch me in Dubai with the shakes and the Arabs and the princes
I'm the opposite of the in thing, so check it out
It's all stages, armed and dangerous
How do I say this?
Babe, I'ma sadist
And if you like rough play, I'll show you what pain is
I'm tryna be and rich as my neighbours
Ooh, fresh out the bank
I do my lil' bop, I don't know how to dance
I gotta get it, I'ma champ
I gotta give thanks, ooh
I'm in my bag, clean mix
Stretch out the pack, clean mix
Stretch out the rocks, clean kicks
Fresh out the box, beat sticks
Them man are gonna die trying while I get rich
I make pics, I don't take pics, I don't send pics
I call hits and I sing hits
I drive on the M6 in a M6
I said it's deeper than the rap in my past words
Now it's passwords like I'm login in my Netflix
We can pull up to your address and address shit
It's all mine, I don't stress shit
I'm getting rich, they'll probably die trying
I can't stop time, when she's gone but the times flying
I got caught red-handed, now I'm white lying
Can't pay for love, so why try buy it?
How can I make the rules and not abide by it?
No time for arguments, I'm too high for it
I mean I'm too fly for it
Book a flight, put my guys on it
Times money, I got money, but I ain't got time for it
Ooh, fr-fresh out the bank
I do my lil' bop, I don't know how to dance
I gotta get it, I'ma champ
I gotta give thanks, ooh
I'm in my bag, clean mix
Stretch out the pack, clean mix
Stretch out the rocks, clean kicks
Fresh out the box, beat sticks
(New whips fresh out the lot)
Ooh (fresh out the bank)
(New shit, fresh out the shop)
I gotta give what I got (I gotta get it)
(Gotta get it, I'm a boss)
(In the studio, I won't answer my phone)
(Fresh off the roads)
Ooh, fresh out the bank
I do my lil' bop, I don't know how to dance
I gotta get it, I'ma champ
I gotta give thanks, ooh
I'm in my bag, clean mix
Stretch out the pack, clean mix
Stretch out the rocks, clean kicks
Fresh out the box, beat sticks
New money and some plastic notes
My stack too big it can't fold
We going platinum gold with these mark row flows (brt)
Cah my life's so cold
Put rocks in my watch, you can see I sell stones
I can drop a tune like a box on the stove
I'm legit now mum, I locked off the phone
But I'm on the motes, I got spots on my dome
I ain't a dancer, I'm a bopper
I ain't a rapper, I'm a robber
I ain't a trapper, I'm a slapper and a horrible fucker
A half an M in advance
You won't get a next chance
Could've seen a bigger bag, but I got the best camp
I shook hands and I said thanks
Gees, roads getting me rich but that's some dead plans
I really studies the streets like it's some exams
Ooh, fresh out the bank
I do my lil' bop I don't know how to dance
I gotta get it, I'ma champ
I gotta give thanks, ooh
I'm in my bag, clean mix
Stretch out the pack, clean, mix
Stretch out the rocks, clean, kicks
Fresh out the box, beat sticks
Yeah, look
Four by four, fresh out the tank
Call me Santan, cah I'm fresh out the bank
Sheep skin coat, fresh out the lamb
DVLA, fresh out the clamp
Clean kicks, fresh out the box
Lights kin girl, man's fresh out the box
Say free scales till he's fresh out the box
Stress out the cops
Press out the opps
Bro, it's so simple, them man are simping
Katt Williams, I stay pimpin'
Catch me in Dubai with the shakes and the Arabs and the princes
I'm the opposite of the in thing, so check it out
It's all stages, armed and dangerous
How do I say this?
Babe, I'ma sadist
And if you like rough play, I'll show you what pain is
I'm tryna be and rich as my neighbours
Ooh, fresh out the bank
I do my lil' bop, I don't know how to dance
I gotta get it, I'ma champ
I gotta give thanks, ooh
I'm in my bag, clean mix
Stretch out the pack, clean mix
Stretch out the rocks, clean kicks
Fresh out the box, beat sticks
Them man are gonna die trying while I get rich
I make pics, I don't take pics, I don't send pics
I call hits and I sing hits
I drive on the M6 in a M6
I said it's deeper than the rap in my past words
Now it's passwords like I'm login in my Netflix
We can pull up to your address and address shit
It's all mine, I don't stress shit
I'm getting rich, they'll probably die trying
I can't stop time, when she's gone but the times flying
I got caught red-handed, now I'm white lying
Can't pay for love, so why try buy it?
How can I make the rules and not abide by it?
No time for arguments, I'm too high for it
I mean I'm too fly for it
Book a flight, put my guys on it
Times money, I got money, but I ain't got time for it
Ooh, fr-fresh out the bank
I do my lil' bop, I don't know how to dance
I gotta get it, I'ma champ
I gotta give thanks, ooh
I'm in my bag, clean mix
Stretch out the pack, clean mix
Stretch out the rocks, clean kicks
Fresh out the box, beat sticks
(New whips fresh out the lot)
Ooh (fresh out the bank)
(New shit, fresh out the shop)
I gotta give what I got (I gotta get it)
(Gotta get it, I'm a boss)
(In the studio, I won't answer my phone)
(Fresh off the roads)
Credits
Writer(s): David Orobosa Omoregie, Jonathan Opeyemi Olorunfemi, Mico Guy Tyler Howles, Luke Honeywood, Amandeep Dhaliwal
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