CashMoney Teeski - Bank Teller Lyrics

I was rocking' true religion, got me flexing' on my ex
I was off an Adderall when I brought the Smith & Wesson
I was tryna learn the ball, but end up givin out the lesson
Baby said she love a nigga, she keep asking all these questions
I was raised up on a four, 4 -300 to be exact

I was clutching on a pole, heard a dummy tryna crash
I don't even want the hoe, she still stuck up on the past
I was tryna calm myself, na I don't even f*ck with dad
I was sleeping' on the floor with just a lil' piece of bread

Baby pushed me by the door, I took a bitch to get me head
I was doggin bad bitches, I den seen a sexy red
Bitches staring at my people, she ain't focused on the plan
Cash money, gotti gang, better think about the clan

She cheating up on me, kill her then
I was really seeing' shit, I had a 50 in the benz
Nigga dissed me on the gram, but I'm really over it
And she tried to play with me, so I had to show the bitch
And my cousin Loccin on him, he a crip

And I really love my trench, I won't even text the bitch
I don't even wanna f*ck, I'm celibate
Heard he got the fam, I'm selling it hair slayed, bad bitch, she melanin
Choppa dancing, seek it like Aaliyah I did rap alone, nigga, f*ck a feature
I'm rapping out in Cali to my niggas out in beecher

I won't ever beg a bitch, I don't need her
And my boy got the k , he just tryna hit a tweaker
Teach a nigga what's the game, I don't ever wanna be him
She want the red bottom, she got filas

Feel like lonnie bands, nigga I'm a creature
My boy said he wanna be a preacher
If you ain't the bank teller, then u can keep her