Oprah's Bank Account
 作词 : Aubrey Graham/Earl Isaac Bynum/Jonathan L Kirk/Miles Parks Mccollum
 作曲 : Aubrey Graham/Earl Isaac Bynum/Jonathan L Kirk/Miles Parks Mccollum
 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
 F!ck you in your mama 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 on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy
 I condone the drama, ayy
 I tongued 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 blowin' 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
 F!ck you in your mama 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
 Is they mad that you f!ck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?)
 Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt)
 Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?)
 Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (That's too sad)
 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 ain't nothin' to do
 Every time we step out, n!ggas look at you
 (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
 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
 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
 I ain't mad at 'em, baby
 My b!tch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (Let's go)
 Take a pic with a ***** and she faint (Yeah)
 She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint
 My ***** 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (Uh)
 You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds
 My b!tch like a big bag of money, this new money (Chill)
 You gon' make the b!tch think that you love her (F!ck you)
 Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (Aw)
 Take the lil' n!gga b!tch, he ain't do nothin' (Yeah)
 Now his b!tch goin' Baby on Baby (Let's go)
 She want me to stay, I ain't stayin'
 And I hope that these n!ggas don't play, I ain't playin' (Let's go)
 Your b!tch lookin' good as Oprah bank account
 I'm the type to take a ***** ho from him and take her out
 Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth
 (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
 I ain't mad at 'em, baby (Let's go)
 If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (Let's go)
 Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
 I just wanna take you out
 F!ck you in your mama 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
 I ain't mad at 'em, baby