This is a song about "Lloyad banks"

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

I get more from banks than aunt vivian

Like im a male nurse, check my purse, you know i got big banks,

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Banks fail and get billion-dollar bail-outs, it's sad to call it,

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

Decides everything, the wall street banks, no they're loving it,

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore