Draped in all designer
Yeah I walk in dripping big sauce
Rolling up that ganja, as I get ready for lift-off
Oh she left it shiny, she keep smearing all her lip gloss
I make it look easy
Ooh I got the haters pissed off
Walk up in the party, get it jumping like it's tip-off
If you ain't talking money when you see me
Need to get lost
They know Mr. Banx up in the bank, be making withdrawals
Then double up the money, bring it back like it ain't shit lost
Having no bread was overwhelming
Graduated with depression
Yeah I started off in corporate, had to switch up my direction
Thank the lord for all my blessings
I could lose it all in seconds
Through this life I learned some lessons
Ain't so proud of all my methods
Now a nigga ball, got checks
Grinding every day, no flex
No promoters brake they necks
Go grande on em' like thank you next
Sit back, count my dough
Can't relax, I need some more
Let my chain hang low, in two days I rock 4 shows
They telling my story, but they do not know the half of it
Only see what's outside, it's a lot of shit that's happening
I done leveled up, no we are not in the same bracket bitch
Throw my suit and tie on
But I'll still get on my rachet shit
Got the bread just popping up
It's looking like a magic trick
You want me to fall off, but we both know that ain't happening
Controlling when the work move
But I'm not the one that's bagging it
Wonder if it's pressure
Smell it when you break the packaging
Draped in all designer
Yeah I walk in dripping big sauce
Rolling up the ganja, as I get ready for lift-off
Oh she left it shiny, she keep smearing all her lip gloss
I make it look easy
Ooh I got the haters pissed off
Walk up in the party, get it jumping like it's tip-off
If you ain't talking money when you see me
Need to get lost
They know Mr. Banx up in the bank, be making withdrawals
Then double up the money, bring it back like it ain't shit lost
Wavy Banx - Mr. Banx Lyrics
Wavy Banx - Mr. Banx Lyrics
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Draped in all designer
Yeah I walk in dripping big sauce
Rolling up that ganja, as I get ready for lift-off
Oh she left it shiny, she keep smearing all her lip gloss
I make it look easy
Ooh I got the haters pissed off
Walk up in the party, get it jumping like it's tip-off
If you ain't talking money when you see me
Need to get lost
They know Mr. Banx up in the bank, be making withdrawals
Then double up the money, bring it back like it ain't shit lost
Having no bread was overwhelming
Graduated with depression
Yeah I started off in corporate, had to switch up my direction
Thank the lord for all my blessings
I could lose it all in seconds
Through this life I learned some lessons
Ain't so proud of all my methods
Now a nigga ball, got checks
Grinding every day, no flex
No promoters brake they necks
Go grande on em' like thank you next
Sit back, count my dough
Can't relax, I need some more
Let my chain hang low, in two days I rock 4 shows
They telling my story, but they do not know the half of it
Only see what's outside, it's a lot of shit that's happening
I done leveled up, no we are not in the same bracket bitch
Throw my suit and tie on
But I'll still get on my rachet shit
Got the bread just popping up
It's looking like a magic trick
You want me to fall off, but we both know that ain't happening
Controlling when the work move
But I'm not the one that's bagging it
Wonder if it's pressure
Smell it when you break the packaging
Draped in all designer
Yeah I walk in dripping big sauce
Rolling up the ganja, as I get ready for lift-off
Oh she left it shiny, she keep smearing all her lip gloss
I make it look easy
Ooh I got the haters pissed off
Walk up in the party, get it jumping like it's tip-off
If you ain't talking money when you see me
Need to get lost
They know Mr. Banx up in the bank, be making withdrawals
Then double up the money, bring it back like it ain't shit lost
Yeah I walk in dripping big sauce
Rolling up that ganja, as I get ready for lift-off
Oh she left it shiny, she keep smearing all her lip gloss
I make it look easy
Ooh I got the haters pissed off
Walk up in the party, get it jumping like it's tip-off
If you ain't talking money when you see me
Need to get lost
They know Mr. Banx up in the bank, be making withdrawals
Then double up the money, bring it back like it ain't shit lost
Having no bread was overwhelming
Graduated with depression
Yeah I started off in corporate, had to switch up my direction
Thank the lord for all my blessings
I could lose it all in seconds
Through this life I learned some lessons
Ain't so proud of all my methods
Now a nigga ball, got checks
Grinding every day, no flex
No promoters brake they necks
Go grande on em' like thank you next
Sit back, count my dough
Can't relax, I need some more
Let my chain hang low, in two days I rock 4 shows
They telling my story, but they do not know the half of it
Only see what's outside, it's a lot of shit that's happening
I done leveled up, no we are not in the same bracket bitch
Throw my suit and tie on
But I'll still get on my rachet shit
Got the bread just popping up
It's looking like a magic trick
You want me to fall off, but we both know that ain't happening
Controlling when the work move
But I'm not the one that's bagging it
Wonder if it's pressure
Smell it when you break the packaging
Draped in all designer
Yeah I walk in dripping big sauce
Rolling up the ganja, as I get ready for lift-off
Oh she left it shiny, she keep smearing all her lip gloss
I make it look easy
Ooh I got the haters pissed off
Walk up in the party, get it jumping like it's tip-off
If you ain't talking money when you see me
Need to get lost
They know Mr. Banx up in the bank, be making withdrawals
Then double up the money, bring it back like it ain't shit lost
Writer: Eric Johnson
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