Oprah's Bank Account (Explicit)
Lil Yachty« Oprah's Bank Account (Explicit) » est une chanson de Lil Yachty, 2020, Pop. La chanson dure 3:19, 81 lines / 710 words.
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0:06I ain't mad at 'em, baby
0:08If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
0:11Diamond in the rough,
0:13You look as good as Oprah's bank account
0:15I just wanna take you out
0:17Fuck you in your mama house
0:18Overseas, I fly you out
0:20Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
0:23Baby, what's up with your mouth?
0:25City girl straight from the South
0:29Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy,
0:32I condone the drama, ayy
0:33I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah
0:37Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it
0:38I hide in the cave like Osama did
0:40I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District
0:43You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah
0:46Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah
0:50Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you
0:53I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby
0:57If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
1:00Diamond in the rough,
1:01You look as good as Oprah's bank account
1:03I just wanna take you out
1:05Fuck you in your mama house
1:07Overseas, I fly you out
1:09Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
1:12Baby, what's up with your mouth?
1:14City girl straight from the South
1:16Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?)
1:19Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt)
1:23Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?)
1:26Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (That's too sad)
1:29Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you)
1:34I want them to know you're my baby boo (My boo)
1:38We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do
1:41Every time we step out, niggas look at you
1:44(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
1:50I ain't mad at 'em, baby
1:52If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
1:56Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
1:59I just wanna take you out
2:01You look as good as Oprah's bank account
2:03I just wanna take you out
2:04You look as good as Oprah's bank account
2:06I just wanna take you out
2:08You look as good as Oprah's bank account
2:10I ain't mad at 'em, baby
2:11My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (Let's go)
2:13Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (Yeah)
2:14She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint
2:16My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (Uh)
2:18You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds
2:20My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (Chill)
2:21You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (Fuck you)
2:23Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (Aw)
2:25Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (Yeah)
2:26Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (Let's go)
2:28She want me to stay, I ain't stayin'
2:30And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (Let's go)
2:31Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account
2:34I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out
2:37Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth
2:39(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
2:46I ain't mad at 'em, baby (Let's go)
2:48If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (Let's go)
2:51Diamond in the rough,
2:53You look as good as Oprah's bank account
2:55I just wanna take you out
2:56Fuck you in your mama house
2:58Overseas, I fly you out
3:00Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
3:03Baby, what's up with your mouth?
3:05City girl straight from the South
3:09I just wanna take you out
3:10You look as good as Oprah's bank account
3:12I just wanna take you out
3:14You look as good as Oprah's bank account
3:16I just wanna take you out
3:17You look as good as Oprah's bank account
3:19I ain't mad at 'em, baby
I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it I hide in the cave like Osama did I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?) Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt) Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?) Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (That's too sad) Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you) I want them to know you're my baby boo (My boo) We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do Every time we step out, niggas look at you (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (Let's go) Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (Yeah) She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (Uh) You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (Chill) You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (Fuck you) Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (Aw) Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (Yeah) Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (Let's go) She want me to stay, I ain't stayin' And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (Let's go) Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) I ain't mad at 'em, baby (Let's go) If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (Let's go) Diamond in the rough, You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby
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