Qveen Herby – Bank lyrics

[Verse 1: Qveen Herby]
Fake hoes get mad loans to be seen in a Ferrari
Real bitches just stack bones, they camouflage like army
Mountain estate with three gates, so high above your drama
My taste is I don't chase, better straight down like Vodka

[Pre-Chorus: Qveen Herby]
Ha-ha-hate on me, 'cuz I'm "too nice"
Act deaf if you say it twice
Didn't come for that cheap hype
You can keep that wit' your shelf life
Legacy like Gucci stripe
THC is my only vice
You don't feel me, then that's fine
Then get back in the kitchen like a "good wife"

[Chorus: Monogem & (Qveen Herby)]
It's a sweet life
Cherry pie
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Everybody wants some
Gotta' sweet life
My design...
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Qveen Herby]
(You can) take that to the bank
I do what I want
Everything that I touch, I make it gold
Take that to the bank
It's not ladylike, but I like to get high
On my supply
Take that to the bank
(Baby)
Oh, yeah, you can take that to the bank - Baby
Oh, yeah (oh, yeah)
Take that to the bank - Baby
Oh, yeah, you can take that to the bank - Baby
Oh, yeah
(Uh, uh)

[Verse 2: Qveen Herby]
My steez is unique making new space, like a underscore
Sorry, I only leave home for fifty bands or more
Leo in my chart, so all these stars can hear me roar
So much harder than before, so impossible to ignore you

[Pre-Chorus: Qveen Herby]
Hate on me, 'cuz I'm "too nice"
Act deaf if you say it twice
Didn't come for that cheap hype
Kee-keep that wit' your shelf life
Legacy like Gucci stripe
THC is my only vice
You don't feel me, then that's fine
Then get back in the kitchen like a "good wife"

[Chorus: Monogem & (Qveen Herby)]
It's a sweet life
Cherry pie
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Everybody wants some
Gotta' sweet life
My design...
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Qveen Herby]
(You can) take that to the bank
I do what I want
Everything that I touch, I make it gold
Take that to the bank
It's not ladylike, but I like to get high
On my supply
Take that to the bank
(Baby)
Oh, yeah, you can take that to the bank - Baby
Take that to the bank - Baby
Oh, yeah, you can take that to the bank - Baby
Oh, yeah
(Uh)

[Verse 3: Maliibu Miitch]
Legacy like a Gucci stripe
Hit the block with that China white
Whippin' ah flippin' that yate
Coke and a dip in a' flippin' out states
Remember when they used to diss me?
Now, I'm the one standin' there liftin' up weights
Lockin' up keys to the safe
Lift up my ape
Fuck it, lace me in Bape
Goin' real hard in the pain
Rollin' up, puffin' up, smokin' like dank (dank, dank)
Ain't got no love fo' no fake
All of my bitches, they done what it takes
Uh
Ain't got no love for no fuck nigga
Ain't got no love for no chump, uh
Ain't got no love for no hatin' hoe
Point 'em out and let 'em know

[Post-Chorus: Qveen Herby]
Take that to the bank
I do what I want
Everything that I touch, I make it gold (everything that I touch, yeah)
Take that to the bank
It's not ladylike, but I like to get high
On my supply
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Take that to the bank
(I'm faded)
Oh, yeah, you can take that to the bank - Baby
Oh, yeah, you can take that to the bank - Baby
Oh, yeah, you can take that to the bank - Baby
Oh, yeah

[Outro: (Monogem) & Qveen Herby]
(Sweet life... cherry pie)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Sweet life... ch-cherry pie)
Aahh-aahh-ahhhh, yeah