Paroles To the bank Lil' Wayne

To the bank

I’m Trice Medical
Piss on my bizonal, spittin’ that clinical
I’m in the delivery room, pockets pregnant, bitch tryna clip the umbilical
I ain’t simple or typical, gen’, or general
Nigga, I’m nuts, no genitals
I fell in love with them chemicals
I bust a few nuts and she swim in ’em
These niggas act tough and they feminine
Play no games, nigga, not even scrimmagin’
These niggas can’t see me, no imagery
My pockets so fat, they hemorrhagin’
Damn, that’s an injury, I gotta keep the same energy
My soda pink with that remedy
I can’t rest in peace ’cause they diggin’ this shit
Big Tune, I lick shots, them niggas lick wounds
Shoot up everything but the kids room, I walk out the bank like the Men’s Room
I got paper like I’m a tribune
I fly a bitch out like a witch broom
I run in her mouth like some gym shoes
Cum all over her face, now, her skin smooth

Ho-ass nigga, camel toe-ass nigga
Pantyhose-ass nigga
Candy store-ass nigga
Sweet and sourdough-ass nigga
Don’t know how it go-ass nigga
I’m a giant, I’ma come, and thump, fee-fi, and fo that nigga
Wait, I’m a baboon, I’m a tycoon
Bitch, it’s like Tune, elephant in the room
I’m the shit, the perfume, I’m the salt in the wound
And, I walk on the moon, it’s like carpet to Tune
I thought you was a goon, well take off the costume
You soft as balloons, I play golf with balloons
Yeah, I make your heart, “Boom-boom-boom”
Yeah, I break her heart like the rules, yeah

Wait, I’m livin’ the dream, livin’ the dream
Sippin’ the lean
Give me a beam
Feelin’ surreal
I’m here with the queen
She here for a ring, I’m killin’ her dreams
I’m killin’ the scene
A nigga a king, they kissin’ the ring
Yea, bling and the bling
Drippin’ red bean, I’m with the regime
We finna rage against the machine

I’m Trice Medical
Piss on my bizonal, spittin’ that clinical
I’m in the delivery room, pockets pregnant, bitch tryna clip the umbilical
I ain’t simple or typical, gen’, or general
Nigga, I’m nuts, no genitals
I fell in love with them chemicals
I bust a few nuts and she swim in ’em
These niggas act tough and they feminine
Play no games, nigga, not even scrimmagin’
These niggas can’t see me, no imagery
My pockets so fat, they hemorrhagin’
Damn, that’s an injury, I gotta keep the same energy
My soda pink with that remedy
I can’t rest in peace ’cause they diggin’ this shit
Big Tune, I lick shots, them niggas lick wounds
Shoot up everything but the kids room, I walk out the bank like the Men’s Room
I got paper like I’m a tribune
I fly a bitch out like a witch broom
I run in her mouth like some gym shoes
Cum all over her face, now, her skin smooth