Big bank take lil' bank, bank Type of money you gon' need a safe Type of money you gon' need a bank From the hood, this type of money make you stay awake Type of money she she gon' let you put it in her face Big bank take lil' bank My bitch drive a all white

Look what you've done I'm a motherfuckin' starboy House so empty, need a centerpiece 20 racks a table cut from ebony Cut that ivory into skinny pieces Then she she clean it with her face but I love my baby You talking money, need a hearing aid Switch up my

There goes my baby (ooh girl look at you) Loving everything you do Ooh girl look at you You don't know how good it feels to call you my girl I've been waiting all day to wrap my hands Around your waist and kiss your face Wouldn't trade this feeling for

On my own, here we go My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed Dried up and bulging out my skull My mouth is dry My face is numb Fucked up and spun out in my room I'm having trouble trying to sleep I'm counting sheep but running out As time ticks by

I can't feel my face when I'm with you She She told me, don't worry about it She She told me, don't worry no more We both know we can't go without it She She told me you'll never be in love, oh, oh, woo But I love it, but I love it, oh And I know she'll be the death

Honey, I want you Yes I want you, so bad The guilty undertaker sighs The lonesome organ grinder cries The silver saxophones say I should refuse you The cracked bells and washed-out horns Blow into my face with scorn, but it’s Not that way, I wasn’t born

(Now you must have never heard of what she she did for you) And your priority, it must be heard 'Cause we'll never be the way we were There's so much that I could never say to your face Bye, bye now You should know the world and all its ways so find your

She may be the face I can't forget, A trace of pleasure or regret, May be my treasure or The price I have to pay. She may be the song that summer sings, May be the chill that autumn brings, May be a hundred different things Within the measure of a day.

Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sun And the days blur into one And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass Was never much but we made the most

Why so sad? Walking around with them blue faces She She said I’m down on my luck And it’s something I gotta have I hit the bank today and told them color me bad Get that new money, and it’s breaking me down honey Two tears in the bucket I cry with you But I