Oprah's Bank Account lyrics

Earlonthebeat, Earlonthebeat, Earlonthebeat.

I ain't mad at 'em, baby, if I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy.

Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account.

I just wanna take you out, fuck you in your momma house.

Overseas, I fly you out. Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out.

Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl, straight from the south.

Back home I'm no presi', I'm Obama (Ayy), I condone to drama (Ayy).

I tongue down Madonna (Ayy). Do you need pajamas? (Yeah)

Stayin' the night, girl you promised it, I hide in the cave like Osama did, I'm blown a bag in the diamond district.

You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah, money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you.

Yeah, run me a body, I'll put a range on the road for you, I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby.

If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy.

Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account.

I just wanna take you out, fuck you in your momma house.

Overseas, I fly you out. Is it trickin'? Do she really love me? Let's just find it out.

Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl, straight from the south.

Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad-mad?) Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt)

Is they mad that you not with them? (Them, is they mad?) Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (That's the same).

Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you), I want them to know you're my baby boo (My boo).

We still make it lit when I ain't got nothin' to do (Do), every time we step out, niggas lookin' at you, no, no, no, no, makin' millions and million.

I ain't mad at 'em, baby (No, no, no), if I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy.

Diamond in the rough (No, no, no), you look as good as Oprah's bank account (No, no).

I just wanna take you out, you look as good as Oprah's bank account (No, no, no).

I just wanna take you out, you look as good as Oprah's bank account (No, no, no).

I just wanna take you out, you look as good as Oprah's bank account (No, no, no), I ain't mad at 'em, baby.

My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (Let's go), take a pic with a bitch and she faint (Yeah).

She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint, my bitch body 'bout, she need her tank (Uh).

You know ain't no limit on blue hunnids, my bitch like the a big bag of money.

This new money (Chyeah), you gon' make the bitch think that you love her (Fuck).

Hold her hand right in front of you, too public (Aw), take a lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (Yeah).

Now this bitch goin' baby on baby (Let's go), she wan't me to stay, I ain't stayin', and I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (Let's go).

Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account, I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out, keep the butt, I'll make the mouth (No, no, no, no, makin' millions and millions).

I ain't mad at 'em, baby (Let's go, no, no, no), if I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy.

Diamond in the rough (No, no, no), you look as good as Oprah's bank account.

I just wanna take you out, fuck you in your momma house.

Overseas, I fly you out. Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out.

Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl, straight from the south.

I just wanna take you out, you look as good as Oprah's bank account.

I just wanna take you out, you look as good as Oprah's bank account.

I just wanna take you out, you look as good as Oprah's bank account, (No, no), I ain't at 'em, baby.