Really

[Intro: Ms Banks]

Yo

I go by the name of Ms Banks

And I represent all the real chicks

Staying true to themself

True to their word

Getting money

But what I can't take is these fake chicks

Acting like they're about it

Or like they're on shit

Like really?

Really?

[Verse 1: Ms Banks]

Really, really, really, really, really, really

Chickens talk tough, better get it popping like a jilly

If you want it blud, I'ma slap a motherfucker silly

Waste specimen, your daddy should'a wore a jimmy

[?] nigga, I'm just saving up my pennies

Pound, pound, dollars, yeah I wanna see many

Just a brown chick that's about shit

And my shape coke bottle with a kick like Henny

Fuck's wrong with these dumb fucks

Hear word or get fucked up

I feel like these niggas be testing me

We can get swinging like nunchucks

Dunno why I let shit phase me

When they're stiff and I'm fucking wavey

I'm just doing me, so they wanna hate

How you got energy to hate when you're fucking lazy?

[Bridge 1: Ms Banks]

Yeah bitch

Cause you wouldn't hate if you was doing shit

Or just maybe, you ain't doing enough

Here's a piece of advice, do something you love

I don't give a fuck

Cause really, really, really, really

Man, my heart's turned chilly

I've been about in South like a fucking hillybilly

[?], I'm down, you already know the dealy

Money on my mind, man I wanna make a milli

Running to the money, no I never delay

Hit a jackpot, then I go do a relay

Ay DJ, tell me can I get a replay

Flow yeezy, nigga I can do this all day

[Verse 2: Ms Banks]

Oh, I've had enough

You can act bougie with your fancy stuff

I can look classy and be ratchet

Still banging jollof while my pocket's buff

See the life we live, we blame it on the struggle

I love this shit, it made me fucking hustle

Nigga's 18, already moving keys

I was moving hard before you pumped a muscle

I love life and money loves me

I couldn't stress over shit that was man made

I've been doing this for a little while

And make a paycheck on the fucking stage

Man, that shit's kinda rude, though

But I was just being honest

But my heart's clean, I show gratitude and I pay homage

[Bridge 2: Ms Banks]

Believed in in my dreams, couple friends couldn't hear me though

So I just thought "alright, keep it minimal"

Now more time they only see me on the videos

And if I see 'em on board I'm like "cheerio"

Waste gyal, move digital

But they don't really want it in the physcial

Old dons fucking with me cause I'm lyrical

Suck your mum, 3 syllables

I'm on some new shit

Still the same bitch, but on a new page

I'm tired of being boxed in

You can 'form dons I'm living in a cage

I didn't come here to do a shit job

That I don't like, for a shit wage

When I get paid for my new song

Every verse you hear will be fucking rage