Rich The Kid - Bandz In the Bank lyrics

rate me

Ft. Migos

(Hook x2)

I put that bitch in red bottoms

Nigga was snitchin', the feds got him

Pull up in Rari, that’s not a Charger

She want that Fendi and Ferregamo

Sippin' on nothin' but drink

Actavis straight out the pint

Doin' the shit that they can’t

I got the bands in the bank

I got the bands in the bank

(Verse)

I got bitches in red bottoms

Nigga was snitchin', the feds got him

Loubotin comes wit the spikes on

Flexin' on purpose, my ice on

Actavis, sippin' on drink

Hittin' that ho in the sink

Rich, I got bands in the bank

Pourin' the purple, the pink

Puttin' that bitch in sum' red bottoms

Givenchy, Givenchy, I flex on em

Niggas that hate cuz I got money

Trap got the goons and the blue hundreds

I been runnin' wit the real nigga bands

Cappin' and trappin' and made it happen

Came from the bottom, they said I wouldn’t make it

I put the cash in they face

Old, money so old, but I want mo'

Neck full of gold, everythin' is froze

I got a check, pull up wit TECs

And the respect, look at my neck

(Hook x2)

(Verse 2: Quavo)

Splittin' back with cuz

My bitch P. Dud

I buy the whole bay, young nigga drankin' cuz

When I walk thru' the crowd, nigga please don't touch

If foe hit ya first, then I hit ya uppercut

I'm all in London, I ain't talkin' lord London

Countin' up pounds, I ain't talkin' bout onions

European tour sellin' out across the country

Young nigga straight out the jungle like Jumanji

Forgiatto aces, ace scare the shangy's

You askin' what the jar is, I call it trap funky

Load up banana clipper, be shootin' at yo monkey

Try and kill, nigga, trap still jumpin'

(Hook x2)

(Verse 3)

Niggas be sippin' on anythin'

I got the codeine, promethazine

Pouring the Actavis on the plane

Kicked in the door and I found a chain

My bitch got racks in her purse

I’mma need a hunnid racks fo' a verse

I get them pints from my nurse

All of my niggas got work

Bitches they come by the twos

She want to look at my jewels

Money got me in the mood

Rari, it come wit no roof

I ain’t seen ya in the city

Flexing on purpose like Diddy

I got the hoes like I’m Pippen

Hurtin' they feelings, I’m winnin'

I been livin' like a rock star

Gettin' head from a bitch, suck the dick like a porn star

Whippin' the brick like a retard

Two hunnid in cash on the dashboard

Whippin' wit red bottoms

Heard that ya snitchin', the head shot em

Knew ya was thru' when the feds got ya

Got back on the streets and they red dotted

(Hook x2)