Uploaded October 2018 | Updated September 2026, 1 hour ago
Lil Uzi Vert, Lil Pump, Smokepurpp & 03 Greedo - Bankteller (Lyrics) ft. Desto Dubb
[Intro: Thank You Fizzle]
Thank you, Fizzle
[Chorus: 03 Greedo]
Tell a bank teller to relax (I had to tell that bitch, "Relax")
I got all these blue hundreds in the Glad bag (I got this money in the bag)
Tell a bank teller to relax (I had to tell that bitch, "Relax")
I got all these blue hundreds in the Glad bag (I got this, hey)
Tell a bank teller, tell a bank teller (ayy), bank teller
Tell a bank teller (woo), tell a bank (ayy), tell a bank teller (ayy)
Tell a bank teller , tell a bank teller (ayy), bank teller (ayy)
What I can't tell her, what I can’t (ayy), what I can't tell her? (ayy)
[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
What I can't tell her (huh), is that I just fucked her daughter (your daughter)
Jerry Springer just told me that Lil Pump is not the father (uh-uh)
I got two trap houses (trap) and they all modern (brrt)
I just had a threesome in my PE locker, ooh (PE)
I don’t want your bitch no more (no more), ooh
Pouring up Ace, not falls, ooh (yeah)
I just fucked a bitch, said she 35, oh (brrt)
Told her "suck my dick", I'ma put your ass on (goddamn)
Got three mansions and three phones (phones)
I forgot that I had a stripper at home (yeah)
I got molly, I got beans (woah)
I got percs and lot of cups
[Chorus: 03 Greedo]
Tell a bank teller, tell a bank teller (ayy), bank teller
Tell a bank teller (woo), tell a bank (ayy), tell a bank teller (ayy, ayy)
Tell a bank teller, tell a bank teller (ayy), bank teller
What I can't tell her, what I can't (woo), what I can't tell her? (ayy)
[Verse 2: 03 Greedo]
I'm in the foreign doin' 40 in the FasTrak
Drivin' slowly ’cause I can’t see past this trash bag
I got big bank, Gucci on the dash-dash (free [?])
I got money, give a fuck about a dashcam (skrrt, yeah)
Transform a new McLaren to a Trans Am
She just shit just like a birdie 'cause I’m cashed in (I'm too fuckin' cashed)
I just bought a brick, that's 36 O’s
Studio in it, with like 36 hoes
Ni**as on the block, ask the bitch to move over
Take that trip, don't lose that loaf
[Chorus: 03 Greedo & Lil Uzi Vert]
Tell a bank teller, tell a bank teller (ayy), bank teller
Tell a bank teller (woo), tell a bank (ayy), tell a bank teller (ayy, ayy)
Tell a bank teller, tell a bank teller (ayy), bank teller
What I can't tell her (Lil Uzi), what I can't, what I can't tell her? (ayy, let's go)
[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Rockstar, like I'm Paul McCartney (yeah)
Ooh, Stella stellar (ayy)
I can't hear nothin', Helen Keller
You get punched and then some
Me no rat, I get hella cheddar, I get mozzarella
Take two-hunnid thousand out the bank, 'cause I fucked the teller
My dough nuts, yeah my Kreme too Krispy, you can't kiss me, lick me
Asian bitch playin' with my balls, so I call her Misty
I fucked Trixie, then I made a wish, then saw Icky Vicky
I'm not Mixy, you ni**as too iffy, my Glock got a stiffy
[Chorus: 03 Greedo]
Tell a bank teller to relax (I had to tell that bitch, "Relax")
I got all these blue hundreds in the Glad bag (I got this money in the bag)
Tell a bank teller to relax (I had to tell that bitch, "Relax")
I got all these blue hundreds in the Glad bag (I got this, hey)
Tell a bank teller, tell a bank teller (ayy), bank teller
Tell a bank teller (woo), tell a bank (ayy), tell a bank teller (ayy)
Tell a bank teller (woo), tell a bank teller (ayy), bank teller (ayy)
What I can't tell her, what I can't, what I can't tell her? (ayy, ayy)
[Verse 4: DestoDubb & Lil Uzi Vert]
Maison Margielas cost seven or better
I'm a bank teller, no I'm a drank seller (ayy)
I'm a fat ni**a in a Gucci sweater
I'm a rich ni**a and she a gold digger
He a great n**ga, no, he a great ni**a
He rockin' Bape, but it's all fake ni**a
They calling me racist 'cause I hate ni**as
Grinding so hard that my portions got bigger
You is a better and I am a bidder
She gave me top, so I had to send dinner
Only sip Wock, I do not do no liquor
I am a winner and you is a quitter
Suckin' my dick, now I know she a spitter
Kickin' these pints, you gon' think I'm a kicker
A pint before breakfast, a pint before dinner
0-03 Pump, Greedo my ni**a
#liluzivert #lilpump #smokepurpp #03greedo #destodubb #bankteller # lyrics
Lil Uzi Vert, Lil Pump, Smokepurpp & 03 Greedo - Bankteller (Lyrics) ft. Desto Dubb
[Intro: Thank You Fizzle]
Thank you, Fizzle
[Chorus: 03 Greedo]
Tell a bank teller to relax (I had to tell that bitch, "Relax")
I got all these blue hundreds in the Glad bag (I got this money in the bag)
Tell a bank teller to relax (I had to tell that bitch, "Relax")
I got all these blue hundreds in the Glad bag (I got this, hey)
Tell a bank teller, tell a bank teller (ayy), bank teller
Tell a bank teller (woo), tell a bank (ayy), tell a bank teller (ayy)
Tell a bank teller , tell a bank teller (ayy), bank teller (ayy)
What I can't tell her, what I can’t (ayy), what I can't tell her? (ayy)
[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
What I can't tell her (huh), is that I just fucked her daughter (your daughter)
Jerry Springer just told me that Lil Pump is not the father (uh-uh)
I got two trap houses (trap) and they all modern (brrt)
I just had a threesome in my PE locker, ooh (PE)
I don’t want your bitch no more (no more), ooh
Pouring up Ace, not falls, ooh (yeah)
I just fucked a bitch, said she 35, oh (brrt)
Told her "suck my dick", I'ma put your ass on (goddamn)
Got three mansions and three phones (phones)
I forgot that I had a stripper at home (yeah)
I got molly, I got beans (woah)
I got percs and lot of cups
[Chorus: 03 Greedo]
Tell a bank teller, tell a bank teller (ayy), bank teller
Tell a bank teller (woo), tell a bank (ayy), tell a bank teller (ayy, ayy)
Tell a bank teller, tell a bank teller (ayy), bank teller
What I can't tell her, what I can't (woo), what I can't tell her? (ayy)
[Verse 2: 03 Greedo]
I'm in the foreign doin' 40 in the FasTrak
Drivin' slowly ’cause I can’t see past this trash bag
I got big bank, Gucci on the dash-dash (free [?])
I got money, give a fuck about a dashcam (skrrt, yeah)
Transform a new McLaren to a Trans Am
She just shit just like a birdie 'cause I’m cashed in (I'm too fuckin' cashed)
I just bought a brick, that's 36 O’s
Studio in it, with like 36 hoes
Ni**as on the block, ask the bitch to move over
Take that trip, don't lose that loaf
[Chorus: 03 Greedo & Lil Uzi Vert]
Tell a bank teller, tell a bank teller (ayy), bank teller
Tell a bank teller (woo), tell a bank (ayy), tell a bank teller (ayy, ayy)
Tell a bank teller, tell a bank teller (ayy), bank teller
What I can't tell her (Lil Uzi), what I can't, what I can't tell her? (ayy, let's go)
[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Rockstar, like I'm Paul McCartney (yeah)
Ooh, Stella stellar (ayy)
I can't hear nothin', Helen Keller
You get punched and then some
Me no rat, I get hella cheddar, I get mozzarella
Take two-hunnid thousand out the bank, 'cause I fucked the teller
My dough nuts, yeah my Kreme too Krispy, you can't kiss me, lick me
Asian bitch playin' with my balls, so I call her Misty
I fucked Trixie, then I made a wish, then saw Icky Vicky
I'm not Mixy, you ni**as too iffy, my Glock got a stiffy
[Chorus: 03 Greedo]
Tell a bank teller to relax (I had to tell that bitch, "Relax")
I got all these blue hundreds in the Glad bag (I got this money in the bag)
Tell a bank teller to relax (I had to tell that bitch, "Relax")
I got all these blue hundreds in the Glad bag (I got this, hey)
Tell a bank teller, tell a bank teller (ayy), bank teller
Tell a bank teller (woo), tell a bank (ayy), tell a bank teller (ayy)
Tell a bank teller (woo), tell a bank teller (ayy), bank teller (ayy)
What I can't tell her, what I can't, what I can't tell her? (ayy, ayy)
[Verse 4: DestoDubb & Lil Uzi Vert]
Maison Margielas cost seven or better
I'm a bank teller, no I'm a drank seller (ayy)
I'm a fat ni**a in a Gucci sweater
I'm a rich ni**a and she a gold digger
He a great n**ga, no, he a great ni**a
He rockin' Bape, but it's all fake ni**a
They calling me racist 'cause I hate ni**as
Grinding so hard that my portions got bigger
You is a better and I am a bidder
She gave me top, so I had to send dinner
Only sip Wock, I do not do no liquor
I am a winner and you is a quitter
Suckin' my dick, now I know she a spitter
Kickin' these pints, you gon' think I'm a kicker
A pint before breakfast, a pint before dinner
0-03 Pump, Greedo my ni**a
#liluzivert #lilpump #smokepurpp #03greedo #destodubb #bankteller # lyrics
![Meek Mill - Going Bad (feat. Drake) (Lyrics)
Meek Mill - Going Bad (feat. Drake) (Lyrics)
[Intro: Drake & Future]
Yeah
(Wheezy outta here)
G, G
[Verse 1: Drake]
Back home, smokin legal (Legal)
I got more slaps than The Beatles (Beatles)
Foreign shit runnin on diesel, dawg
Playin with my name, that shit is lethal, dawg (Who you say you was?)
Don Corleone
Trust me, at the top it isnt lonely (Strapped)
Everybody actin like they know me, dawg
Dont just say youre down, you gotta show me (What you gotta do?)
Bring the clip back empty (Its empty)
You asked to see the boss, so they sent me, dawg (Sent me, dawg)
I just broke her off with a 10-piece, dawg (10-piece, dawg)
That aint nothin, Im just bein friendly, dawg
[Chorus: Drake]
Its just a lil 10-piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall, doesnt mean that were involved
I just... what? I just... uh, put a Richard on the card
I aint grow up playin ball, but Ill show you how the fuck you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball til you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas need you to go away
Still goin bad on em anyway
Saw you last night, but did it broad day
[Post-Chorus: Drake]
Yeah, lot of Murakami in the hallway (What?)
Got a sticky and I keep it at my dawgs place
Girl, I left your love at Magic, now its all shade
Still goin bad on you anyway
[Interlude: Meek Mill]
Woah, woah, ooh, woah
Woah, woah, ah
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
I could fit like 80 racks in my Amiris (80 racks)
Me and Drizzy back-to-back, its gettin scary (Back-to-back)
If you fuckin with my opps, just dont come near me (Get outta my way)
Put some bands all on your head like Jason Terry (Brrt, brrt, ooh)
Richard Mille cost a Lambo (Thats a Lambo)
Known to keep the baddest bitches on commando (Salute)
Every time Im in my trap, I move like Rambo (Extended)
Aint a neighborhood in Philly that I cant go (Thats a Fendi)
For real
She said, Oh, you rich rich? (You rich rich)
Bitch, I graduated, call me Big Fish (Ballin)
I got Lori Harvey on my wish list (Thats Lori)
Thats the only thing I want for Christmas (True story, uh)
Ive been had my way out here, yeah, know thats facts (Facts)
You aint livin that shit you say, yeah, we know thats cap (Thats cap)
You aint got to ask me when you see me, know Im strapped (Brrt)
DC, OVO, we back again, we goin plat (Ooh, ooh)
[Chorus: Drake]
Its just a lil 10-piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall, doesnt mean that were involved
I just... what? I just... uh, put a Richard on the card
I aint grow up playin ball, but Ill show you how the fuck you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball til you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas need you to go away
Still goin bad on em anyway
Saw you last night, but did it broad day
[Outro: Future]
Wheezy outta here
#meekmill #drake #goingbad #lyrics Meek Mill - Going Bad (feat. Drake) (Lyrics)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/FkUD6HTmvvY/mqdefault.jpg)


![Lil Baby & Gunna - Drip Too Hard (Lyrics)
Lil Baby & Gunnas new Song Drip Too Hard Lyric Video
Lyrics
[Intro]
Run that back, Turbo
[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
You can get the biggest Chanel bag in the store if you want it
I gave em the drip, they sucked it up, I got em on it
I bought a new Patek, I had the watch, so I two-toned em
Takin these drugs, Im gon be up until the mornin
That aint your car, you just a leaser, you dont own it
If Im in the club, I got that fire when Im performin
The backend just came in, in all hundreds
Vibes galore, cute shit, they all on us
Im from Atlanta where young niggas run shit
I know they hatin on me, but I dont read comments
Whenever I tell her to come, she comin
Whenever its smoke, we aint runnin
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Drip too hard, dont stand too close
You gon fuck around and drown off this wave
Doin all these shows, Ive been on the road
I dont care where I go, long as I get paid
Bad lil vibe, she been on my mind
Soon as I get back, she gettin slayed
Do this all the time, this aint no surprise
Every other night, another movie gettin made
Drip too hard, dont stand too close
You gon fuck around and drown off this wave
Doin all these shows, Ive been on the road
I dont care where I go, long as I get paid
Bad lil vibe, she been on my mind
Soon as I get back, she gettin slayed
Do this all the time, this aint no surprise
Every other night, another movie gettin made
[Verse 2: Gunna]
Yeah, every other night, another dollar gettin made
Every other night started with a good day
I feel like a child, I got boogers in the face
Diamonds dancin in the dial like this shit is a parade
I dont want your chain, Young Gunna not a slave
I had to draw the line, too many bitches gettin saved
TSA harass me, so I took a private plane
These pussy niggas lackin, why Im workin on my aim
Drip too hard, charge it to the card
Designer to the ground, I can barely spell the names
Drip too hard, caution on the floor
You gon fuck around and drown tryna ride a nigga wave
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Drip too hard, dont stand too close
You gon fuck around and drown off this wave
Doin all these shows, Ive been on the road
I dont care where I go, long as I get paid
Bad lil vibe, she been on my mind
Soon as I get back, she gettin slayed
Do this all the time, this aint no surprise
Every other night, another movie gettin made
Drip too hard, dont stand too close
You gon fuck around and drown off this wave
Doin all these shows, Ive been on the road
I dont care where I go, long as I get paid
Bad lil vibe, she been on my mind
Soon as I get back, she gettin slayed
Do this all the time, this aint no surprise
Every other night, another movie gettin made
#lilbaby #gunna #driptoohard #lyrics Lil Baby & Gunna - Drip Too Hard (Lyrics)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/JuBa0tffkv0/mqdefault.jpg)





![Nipsey Hussle - Racks In The Middle (Lyircs) ft. Roddy Ricch & Hit Boy
R.I.P. Nipsey Hussle..
Nipsey Hussle - Racks In The Middle (Lyircs) ft. Roddy Ricch & Hit Boy
[Intro: Roddy Ricch]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I was ridin ’round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle
I was ridin round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ay
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I was riding ’round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle
Had to pray to almighty God they let my dog out the kennel
When you get it straight up out the mud, you cant imagine this shit
I been pullin up in the drop tops with the baddest bitches
Young nigga been focused on my check (Mhmmhm)
Got a new coupe wrapped around my neck (Mhmmhm)
Tryna put the water on my Patek (Mhmmhm)
I got killers to the left of me (Mhmmhm)
[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
We was lurking on em, aint show no mercy on em
We was goin back to back, we put a curfew on em
It was dark clouds on us, but that was perfect for us
We know you always crash and burn, but it was working for us
Limo tint the V-12, double check the details
Gotta cross my T’s and dot my I’s or I cant sleep well
Millions off of retail
Once again, I prevail
Knew that shit was over from the day I dropped my presale
Hold up, let the beat build
See me in the streets still
I been fightin’ battles up a steep hill
They gave my road dog twelve, it was a sweet deal
And I been ridin solo tryna rebuild
Look
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I was riding round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle
Had to pray to almighty God they let my dog out the kennel
When you get it straight up out the mud, you cant imagine this shit
I been pullin’ up in the drop tops with the baddest bitches
Young nigga been focused on my check (Mhmmhm)
Got a new coupe wrapped around my neck (Mhmmhm)
Tryna put the water on my Patek (Mhmmhm)
I got killers to the left of me (Mhmmhm)
[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
Look, under no condition would you ever catch me slippin
Motorcaded shooters plus the Maybach chauffeur driven
If they catch me wit it, gon send me off to prison
Judge aint sympathizin, court dont show forgiveness
Engine in the Lambo drownin out the music
Silk Dior with the flowers, five gold cubans
Champagne while I shop, hope I splurge foolish
Closin Escrow twice this month, both commercial units
Damn, I wish my nigga Fatts was here
How you die thirty somethin after banging all them years?
Grammy nominated, in the sauna sheddin tears
All this money, power, fame and I cant make you reappear
But I dont wipe em though
We just embrace the only life we know
If it was me, I would tell you, Nigga, live your life and grow
Id tell you, Finish what we started, reach them heights, you know?
And gas the V-12 to the pipe and smoke
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I was ridin round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle
Had to pray to almighty God they let my dog out the kennel
When you get it straight up out the mud, you cant imagine this shit
I been pullin up in the drop tops with the baddest bitches
Young nigga been focused on my check (Mhmmhm)
Got a new coupe wrapped around my neck (Mhmmhm)
Tryna put the water on my Patek (Mhmmhm)
I got killers to the left of me (Mhmmhm)
[Verse 3: Nipsey Hussle]
Another million dollar bail, thats just some regular shit
See my granny on a jet, some shit Ill never forget
Next day we flew to Vegas, with my Puma connects
We break bread, we aint new to success
Bleed music, invest, enterprise, take lucrative steps
Cold game, but I knew it was Chess
As a youth in the set
Learn the game, you a student at best
But its a couple things you can expect
Look, just like money know money, nigga, shooters respect
Other shooters we was both, dont want my crew on your neck
Im on the freeway in a drop, it got me losing my breath
I do the dash with the blues on the deck
[Outro: Roddy Ricch]
Mhmmhm
Mhmmhm
Mhmmhm
Mhmmhm
Mhmmhm
Nipsey Hussle has been shot dead on the age of 33
#NipseyHussle #RIP #RestInPeace Nipsey Hussle - Racks In The Middle (Lyircs) ft. Roddy Ricch & Hit Boy](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/SK8kmB_14ew/mqdefault.jpg)
