To The Bank Lyrics

I′m twisting medicinal
Pissing medicinal, spitting that clinical
I'm in the delivery room, pockets pregnant
Bitch tryna clip the umbilical
I ain′t simple or typical, gen' or general
Nigga, I'm nuts, no genitals
I fell in love with them chemicals
I bust a few nuts and she swim in ′em

These niggas act tough and they feminine
Play no games, nigga, not even scrimmaging
These niggas can′t see me, no imagery
My pockets so fat, they hemorrhaging
Damn, that's an injury
I gotta keep the same energy
My soda pink with that remedy
I can′t rest in peace 'cause they digging this shit

Big Tune, I lick shots, them niggas lick wounds
Shoot up everything but the kids room
I walk out to the bank like the men′s room
I got paper like I'm a tribune
I fly a bitch out like a witch broom
I run in her mouth like some gym shoes
Cum all over her face, now, her skin smooth

Ho-ass nigga, camel toe-ass nigga
Pantyhose-ass nigga
Candy store-ass nigga
Sweet and sourdough-ass nigga
Don′t know how it go-ass nigga
I'm a giant, I'mma come, and thump
Fee-fi and fo that nigga

Wait, I′m a baboon, I′m a tycoon
Bitch, it's like Tune, elephant in the room
I′m the shit, the perfume, I'm the salt in the wound
And, I walk on the moon, it′s like carpet to Tune
I thought you was a goon, well take off the costume
You soft as balloons
I play golf with balloons
Yeah, I make your heart, "Boom-boom-boom"
Yeah, I break her heart like the rules, yeah

Wait, I'm living the dream
Living the dream
Sipping the lean
Give me a beam
Feeling surreal
I′m here with the queen

She here for a ring, I'm killing her dreams
I'm killing the scene
A nigga a king, they kissing the ring
Yeah, bling a de bling
Drippin′ red bean, I′m with the regime
We finna rage against the machine

I'm twisting medicinal
Pissing medicinal, spitting that clinical
I′m in the delivery room, pockets pregnant
Bitch tryna clip the umbilical
I ain't simple or typical, gen′ or general
Nigga, I'm nuts, no genitals
I fell in love with them chemicals
I bust a few nuts and she swim in ′em

These niggas act tough and they feminine
Play no games, nigga, not even scrimmaging
These niggas can't see me, no imagery
My pockets so fat, they hemorrhaging
Damn, that's an injury
I gotta keep the same energy
My soda pink with that remedy
I can′t rest in peace ′cause they digging this shit

Big Tune, I lick shots, them niggas lick wounds
Shoot up everything but the kids room
I walk out to the bank like the men's room
I got paper like I′m a tribune
I fly a bitch out like a witch broom
I run in her mouth like some gym shoes
Cum all over her face, now, her skin smooth