Oprah's Bank Account ft. DaBaby & Drake Lyrics

Oprah's Bank Account ft. DaBaby & Drake - Lil Yachty

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[Intro]

(EarlOnTheBeat)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]

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 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

[Verse 1: Drake]

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

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]

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 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

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]

Is they mad that you fuck 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, niggas look at you

(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]

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

[Verse 3: DaBaby & Lil Yachty]

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 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (Uh)

You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds

My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (Chill)

You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (Fuck you)

Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (Aw)

Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (Yeah)

Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (Let's go)

She want 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 take the mouth

(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & DaBaby]

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

Fuck 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

[Outro: Lil Yachty]

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