BIG BANK

Pucker up motherfuckers

Cash, check, charge, boy you know I take it
He spend it all just to get a bitch naked
100 dollar bills in the air when I shake it
Take me to bed just so we can wake and bake it
Prada wallet and my Prada bag and my Prada tote
Yes he keep me in designer from my head to my toes
We bought Dolce & Gabbana but they're phobic to the most
Got a collar for my doggy that was featured up in Vogue
I like money and I like to spend it
I've been putting on my Loub's just to get rear-ended
I don't ever leave a shopping centre empty-handed
Yeah, my fit too rich, leave a bitch offended

Big bank got me acting like a whore
Gucci, Pucci and Dior got me on all fours
Yes, I got enough but I wanna little more
I'm talking why I spend mine, when I can spend yours

Big bank, he gotta big bank
And if he spending then we fucking till the room stank
I said big bank, he gotta big bank
And if he spending then we fucking till the room

Itsy, bitsy, yellow-dotted bikini
I make a dick disappear, so they call me Houdini
I roll up late, order me a Bellini
I keep granting all his wishes like a god damn genie
Making money when I'm on my knees
Now I got him making faces like he bout to sneeze
Mona Lisa, pussy masterpiece
Paying more for the oat milk, I'm saving the bees

Big bank got me acting like a whore
Elevator to the PH floor
First date, taking me to the store
I better leave with a little Dior

Big bank, he gotta big bank
And if he spending then we fucking till the room stank
I said big bank, he gotta big bank
I'm acting naughty just so I can get a big spank
Big bank, he gotta big bank
And if he spending then we fucking till the room stank
I said big bank, he gotta big bank
And if he spending then we fucking till the room stank

I got him eating like it's RiRi's cake
Like that equal opportunity, he giving, I take
He light it up, put it in, like an easy bake
And when he say he like it raw, he ain't talking steak
Now all the boys in the yard want my milkshake
And now we bouncing on the bed, like an earthquake
Keep on going and going until my back break
Now I know why bitches stay mad, because their purse fake

Big bank, he gotta big bank
And if he spending then we fucking till the room stank
I said big bank, he gotta big bank
And if he spending then we fucking till the room stank
Big bank, he gotta big bank
And if he spending then we fucking till the room stank
I said big bank, he gotta big bank
And if he spending then we fucking till the room stank

(Big bank he gotta big)
No for real, I'm rich



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Writer(s): Christopher Baptista, Kieran Armitage
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