To The Bank Lyrics by Lil Wayne
I’m Trice Medical
*** on my bizonal, spittin’ that clinical
I’m in the delivery room, pockets pregnant, *** tryna clip the umbilical
I ain’t simple or typical, gen’, or general
***, I’m nuts, no genitals
I fell in love with them chemicals
I bust a few nuts and she swim in ’em
These niggas act tough and they feminine
Play no games, ***, not even scrimmagin’
These niggas can’t see me, no imagery
My pockets so fat, they hemorrhagin’
Damn, that’s an injury, I gotta keep the same energy
My soda pink with that remedy
I can’t rest in peace ’cause they diggin’ this ***
Big Tune, I lick shots, them niggas lick wounds
Shoot up everything but the kids room, I walk out the bank like the Men’s Room
I got paper like I’m a tribune
I fly a *** out like a witch broom
I run in her mouth like some gym shoes
*** all over her face, now, her skin smooth
Ho-ass ***, camel toe-ass ***
Pantyhose-ass ***
Candy store-ass ***
Sweet and sourdough-ass ***
Don’t know how it go-ass ***
I’m a giant, I’ma come, and thump, fee-fi, and fo that ***
Wait, I’m a baboon, I’m a tycoon
***, it’s like Tune, elephant in the room
I’m the ***, the perfume, I’m the salt in the wound
And, I walk on the moon, it’s like carpet to Tune
I thought you was a goon, well take off the costume
You soft as balloons, I play golf with balloons
Yeah, I make your heart, “Boom-boom-boom”
Yeah, I break her heart like the rules, yeah
Wait, I’m livin’ the dream, livin’ the dream
Sippin’ the lean
Give me a beam
Feelin’ surreal
I’m here with the queen
She here for a ring, I’m killin’ her dreams
I’m killin’ the scene
A *** a king, they kissin’ the ring
Yea, bling and the bling
Drippin’ red bean, I’m with the regime
We finna rage against the machine
I’m Trice Medical
*** on my bizonal, spittin’ that clinical
I’m in the delivery room, pockets pregnant, *** tryna clip the umbilical
I ain’t simple or typical, gen’, or general
***, I’m nuts, no genitals
I fell in love with them chemicals
I bust a few nuts and she swim in ’em
These niggas act tough and they feminine
Play no games, ***, not even scrimmagin’
These niggas can’t see me, no imagery
My pockets so fat, they hemorrhagin’
Damn, that’s an injury, I gotta keep the same energy
My soda pink with that remedy
I can’t rest in peace ’cause they diggin’ this ***
Big Tune, I lick shots, them niggas lick wounds
Shoot up everything but the kids room, I walk out the bank like the Men’s Room
I got paper like I’m a tribune
I fly a *** out like a witch broom
I run in her mouth like some gym shoes
*** all over her face, now, her skin smooth
