Bank

[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 in-taste is I don't chase, better straight down like Vodka

[Bridge: Qveen Herby]

Ha-ha-hate on me 'cause 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

[Pre-Chorus: Monogem & Qveen Herby]

It's a sweet life, cherry pie (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Everybody wants some

Got a sweet life, my design (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[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

[Post-Chorus: Qveen Herby]

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 (Ah, ah)

[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

[Bridge: Qveen Herby]

Hate on me 'cause I'm too nice

Act deaf if you say it twice

Didn't come for that cheap hype

Ke-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

[Pre-Chorus: Monogem & Qveen Herby]

It's a sweet life, cherry pie (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Everybody wants some

Got a sweet life, my design (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[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

[Post-Chorus: Qveen Herby]

Baby, oh, yeah

You can take that to the bank

Baby, oh, yeah

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 and lace me in vape

Goin' real hard in the pain

Rollin' up, puffin' up, smokin' no 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 funk nigga

Ain't got no love for no chump, uh

Ain't got no love for no hatin' ho

Point 'em out and let 'em know

[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

[Post-Chorus: Qveen Herby]

Baby, 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)

Aah, yeah