Ben Mattke - Bank

Banging through the door
Rage through the door
Go insane with the dough
Stage to the floor
Pasted the hoes
This shit bangs with the dough
Fake and we know
Pain and the road
Dancing, We go
Maybe you know
Friends with the blow
She wanna know
She wanna go wait in the zone
Home and alone
Loan a new phone
Games when we blow
Thirty-mile fake
Bring ‘em up late
Set it down
This fate gold enough
Big bank rolls holding up
No waits in the pub
Same for the drugs
Came for the love
Stayed for the plug
Fated to come
Playoff rage to the door
Go insane with the show
On the stage with the floor
Taped to the house
This shit bangs with control
Fake and remote
Paid on the road
Benzo, ya know?
Maybe you know
Friends with blow
Want you to know
She wanna go
Bang in the zone
Hoping to bone
Ain’t no hope where we going
Ain’t no games, We mean blood
Told my fate, Good enough
Got this fate by the dock
Fake blowing up
Big banks for the buck
No waits at the pub
Same for the drugs
Paid for the love
Stayed for the drug
Fated to come
Played, let it run
Take what we want
Paid, and we gone
It’s the same on the run
Paper and fun
Race to the mall
Chasing the storm
Rip this bass to be done
Fated and, fade it in, fade it in
Bank…Fake
Make bank with the dough
Rage through the door
Go insane with the snow
Bang to the floor
Play to the hope
This shit bangs with control
Fake and we know
Ben and the room
Dancing we go
Hoping you know
Friends with the blow
She wanna know
She wanna go
Lay in the zone
Home and alone
Hold baby phone
Games when blow
Stay for the plug
Fated to come
Play, let it run
Tape when we ball
Play when we gone
It’s the same on the run
Paper and fun
Donate, or don’t
Go insane and show it
On the stage with the floodgates
And the hoes
This shit bangs with the dope factory
Held up by Bill Gates
And we know pain
And ho friends with the blow
Want you to know
She wanna go bang in the zone
Holding her phone
Ain’t no home in a phone
Ain’t no fake, We need love
Told my fate, Good enough
Got this lake, Got a Dodge fake, Blowin’ up
Big banks followed it up
No waits at the pub
Same with the drugs
Can’t get a bust
Lay with the plug
Fated to come
Play, let it run
Take what we want
Paid, and we gone
It’s the same on the run
Pay for the fun
Wasted LeBron
Jason is Bourne
Flip, this Bay City done
Fade it in
Fade it in
Vanity
You better run
Take it, we done
Pay, and we gone
Stay, and we on
Pagan of fun
Wasted them all
Chasing the storm

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