Meekz – Fresh Out The Bank Lyrics

Meekz – Fresh Out The Bank Lyrics

Oouu, fresh out the bank
I do my lil’ bop, I don’t know how to dance
I gotta get it, I’ma champ
I gotta give thanks, oouu
I’m in my bag, clean mix
Stretch out the pack, clean mix
Stretch out the rocks, clean kicks
Fresh out the box, beat sticks

New money and some plastic notes
My stack too big it can’t fold
We going platinum gold with these mark row flows (Brrrrrrrr)
Cah my life’s so cold
Put rocks in my watch, you can see I sell stones
I can drop a tune like a box on the stove
I’m legit now mum, I locked off the phone
But I’m on the motes, I got spots on my dome
I ain’t a dancer, I’m a bopper
I ain’t a rapper, I’m a robber
I ain’t a trapper, I’m a slapper and a horrible fucker
A half an M in advance
You won’t get a next chance
Could’ve seen a bigger bag, but I got the best camp
I shook hands and I said thanks
Jheeze, roads getting me rich but that’s some dead plans
I really studies the streets like it’s some exams

Oouu, fresh out the bank
I do my lil’ bop I don’t know how to dance
I gotta get it, I’ma champ
I gotta give thanks, oouu
I’m in my bag, clean mix
Stretch out the pack, clean, mix
Stretch out the rocks, clean, kicks
Fresh out the box, beat sticks

Yeah look,
Four by four, fresh out the tank
Call me Santan, cah I’m fresh out the bank
Sheep skin coat, fresh out the lamb
DVLA, fresh out the clamp
Clean kicks, fresh out the box
Lightskin girl, man’s fresh out the box
Say free scales till he’s fresh out the box
Stress out the cops
Press out the opps
Bro, it’s so simple, them man are simping
Katt Williams, I stay pimpin’
Catch me in Dubai with the shakes and the Arabs and the princes
I’m the opposite of the in thing, so check it out
It’s all stages, armed and dangerous
How do I say this?
Babe, I’ma sadist
And if you like rough play, I’ll show you what pain is
I’m tryna be and rich as my neighbours

Oouu, fresh out the bank
I do my lil’ bop, I don’t know how to dance
I gotta get it, I’ma champ
I gotta give thanks, oouu
I’m in my bag, clean mix
Stretch out the pack, clean mix
Stretch out the rocks, clean kicks
Fresh out the box, beat sticks

Them man are gonna die trying while I get rich
I make pics, I don’t take pics, I don’t send pics
I call hits and I sing hits
I drive on the M6 in a M6
I said it’s deeper than the rap in my past words
Now it’s pass-words like I’m login in my Netflix
We can pull up to your address and address shit
It’s all mine, I don’t stress shit

I’m getting rich, they’ll probably die trying
I can’t stop time, when she’s gone but the times flying
I got caught red handed, now I’m white lying
Can’t pay for love, so why try buy it?
How can I make the rules and not abide by it?
No time for arguments, I’m too high for it
I mean I’m too fly for it
Book a flight, put my guys on it
Times money, I got money, but I ain’t got time for it

Oouu, fresh out the bank
I do my lil’ bop, I don’t know how to dance
I gotta get it, I’ma champ
I gotta give thanks, oouu
I’m in my bag, clean mix
Stretch out the pack, clean mix
Stretch out the rocks, clean kicks
Fresh out the box, beat sticks

New whips fresh out the lot
Oouu (Fresh out the bank)
New shit, fresh out the shop
I gotta give what I got
Gotta get it, I’m a boss
In the studio, I won’t answer my phone
Fresh off the roads