Lil Yachty, Drake & DaBaby - Oprah's Bank Account (Lyrics)

Lil Yachty, Drake & DaBaby - Oprah's Bank Account (Lyrics)
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Earl on the Beat

I ain't mad at 'em, Baby
If I seent 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’ll fly you out
Is he 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

Back home I know presi, I’m Obama
I condone the drama
I tongue down Madonna
Do you need pajamas
Staying the night, girl you promised it
I hide in the cave like Osama did
I’m blowing a bag in the diamond district
You need me like dollars that are owed to you
Money and me are the same, but I just don’t fold for you
Run me your 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 seent 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’ll fly you out
Is he 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 that you ride around in a Bentley?
Is they mad that you not with them?
Same hoes hating be in my DM
Locking it down, locking it down, locking it down I want you
I want them to know you’re my baby boo
We still make it lit when ain’t nothing to do
Every time we step out niggas look at you

I ain't mad at 'em, Baby
If I seent 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 bitch pull up looking like Oprah bank
Take a pic with a bitch and she faint
She look like a goddess but she ain’t no saint
My bitch bout it bout it she need her a tank
You know ain’t no limit on blue hundreds
My bitch like a big bag of money this new money
You gone make the bitch think that you love her
Hold her hand right in front of you too public
Take the lil nigga bitch he ain't do nothing
Now his bitch going baby I’m baby
She want me to stay I ain’t staying
And I hope that these niggas don’t play I ain't playing
Your Bitch looking good as Oprah bank account
I’m the type to take a nigga hoe from him and take her out
Keep the butt I’ll take the mouth

I ain't mad at 'em, Baby
If I seent 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’ll fly you out
Is he 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

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

Lyrics for Oprah's Bank Account by Lil Yachty, Drake & DaBaby