[Intro: Ms Banks]
Yo
I go by the name of Ms Banks
And I represent all the real chicks
Staying true to themself
True to their word
Getting money
But what I can't take is these fake chicks
Acting like they're about it
Or like they're on sh**
Like really?
Really?
[Verse 1: Ms Banks]
Really, really, really, really, really, really
Chickens talk tough, better get it popping like a jilly
If you want it blud, I'ma slap a motherf**er silly
Waste specimen, your daddy should'a wore a jimmy
[?] n***a, I'm just saving up my pennies
Pound, pound, dollars, yeah I wanna see many
Just a brown chick that's about sh**
And my shape coke bottle with a kick like Henny
f**'s wrong with these dumb f**s
Hear word or get f**ed up
I feel like these n***as be testing me
We can get swinging like nunchucks
Dunno why I let sh** phase me
When they're stiff and I'm f**ing wavey
I'm just doing me, so they wanna hate
How you got energy to hate when you're f**ing lazy?
[Bridge 1: Ms Banks]
Yeah b**h
Cause you wouldn't hate if you was doing sh**
Or just maybe, you ain't doing enough
Here's a piece of advice, do something you love
I don't give a f**
Cause really, really, really, really
Man, my heart's turned chilly
I've been about in South like a f**ing hillybilly
[?], I'm down, you already know the dealy
Money on my mind, man I wanna make a milli
Running to the money, no I never delay
Hit a jackpot, then I go do a relay
Ay DJ, tell me can I get a replay
Flow yeezy, n***a I can do this all day
[Verse 2: Ms Banks]
Oh, I've had enough
You can act bougie with your fancy stuff
I can look cla**y and be ratchet
Still banging jollof while my pocket's buff
See the life we live, we blame it on the struggle
I love this sh**, it made me f**ing hustle
n***a's 18, already moving keys
I was moving hard before you pumped a muscle
I love life and money loves me
I couldn't stress over sh** that was man made
I've been doing this for a little while
And make a paycheck on the f**ing stage
Man, that sh**'s kinda rude, though
But I was just being honest
But my heart's clean, I show gratitude and I pay homage
[Bridge 2: Ms Banks]
Believed in in my dreams, couple friends couldn't hear me though
So I just thought "alright, keep it minimal"
Now more time they only see me on the videos
And if I see 'em on board I'm like "cheerio"
Waste gyal, move digital
But they don't really want it in the physcial
Old dons f**ing with me cause I'm lyrical
s** your mum, 3 syllables
I'm on some new sh**
Still the same b**h, but on a new page
I'm tired of being boxed in
You can 'form dons I'm living in a cage
I didn't come here to do a sh** job
That I don't like, for a sh** wage
When I get paid for my new song
Every verse you hear will be f**ing rage