Trillary Banks: Fire in the Booth

Yo

Big moola

Last name Banks

Give me pounds, and yen, and dollars, and francs

Wanna fly me out to France, better stop with the bants

I'm a boujie bitch, so I said, "No thanks"

If it ain't five-star, nice yard, I ain't coming

**** say I'm stunning

Beat up the pussy like drumming

Rap chicks running

Peak when I run in

My killy ain't coming if he can't bring the huh

Boot off the door, we ain't waiting for a "come in"

About to bust like when a **** say, "I'm cumming"

Mad fly youngin

Gwan touch a button, I'm the baddest in the game and ya cyan't tell me nuthin'

Come tru with a whole new flow

Whole new glow

New fur coats

Champagne breakfast, trips on boats

Said I look like Aaliyah, could be true, I love notes

My girl, sit down, you don't know me, bro

Stop frontin' like you fresh, you a phoney ho

I got that wet wet macaroni, ho

I look good, how could I ever be lonely, oh?

Mi a money changer, man love pager

Last name Banks cah mi love make paper

Love vex hater, bad man taker

Real yard gyal, first class to Jamaica

Freeze motherfucker, freeze motherfucker, freeze

I'm flyer than your baby mother, sit down please

Cold like breeze

Trilly's on freeze

You ain't never had French kisses like these

Get put in a spliff cah mi love bun weed

I'm the queen, bow down to your knees

Good gyal, nah make me haffi galang with greaze

Take a gyal man, take her on with ease

Mi nuh take cheque, but me cash nuff cheque

Real hot gyal, every man tek set

Trilly come tru, every gyal start threat

Two killy run up, everyting get wet

Bam boom, freeze, all darg catch stray

Ah no football, mi nah come fi play

Rise AK, rinse it, okay

On your March, get set, April, get May

It's the big moola moola, big moola moola, yo

No rap chicks ain't fucking with the flow

Passenger side, drive-by, wan' blow

I know where you come from an' where you gon' go

Mmm-hmm, I'm a problem, problematic

If it's the ride out whip, then it's automatic

When Trilly come tru, man's blocking traffic

Said dem love my vibe when me knock it, knock it

This is deuce, if you talk loose, you might end up in the boot

Proof's in the pudding, but the pudding's in the proof, fam

Two packs up tryna flex like Juice, yeah

She fire in the booth spitting Fire in the Booth

I make a rap chick retire in the booth

Put her in a spliff, I'm getting higher in the booth, and it

Feels good, I'm inspiring the youts

I'm the voice of the streets, they admiring my truth, see

Where I come from, we don't fight fair

Fields, man pull up, that's a man's worst nightmare

'Cause that means shit's getting

And all my **** packing, never lacking with the

**** always wassin' 'bout they trappin' and they

Till shit hits the fan, they start dashin'

Ride with a passion, works dem mashin'

Trillary Banks, that means the real's back in fashion

Bitch

Yo

Huh, and if rap don't work then it's back to the triz

Back to biz, raps and fliz

Cats in nits, packs and bits

Crack cocaine, you know the game

It comes and goes in loads of bricks

Pyrex bowl control the whip

She's looking like she hit a lick how

Spin a gyal outta the lace front

Ah weh ya go do? Gwan say something

I'm the hardest, that's blatant

Stay on job, them gyal dere vacant

Only know about big status

Big banks, big bank statement

He wan' go down like basement

I want space but your bae's adjacent

Ain't no triller than Trill

Trill means realer than real

I stay killing them still

Test me, blood'll get spilled

I need a million mills

Ain't no triller than Trill

On your block like William Hill

EastEnder like Billy and Phil

Might hear me on some Brazilian drill

So, put some respect on my name

Trillary Banks, I'm a threat to the game

LV creps, we ain't stepping the same

Can't fuck with these bitches, our cheques ain't the same

Uh, clowns, been entertained

What's understood I don't need to explain

Making it rain

Fuck that lame

Claim that she hot, better pepper his plane

Top 3, I ain't 3 or 2 though

Out of this world like Pluto and Mars

Reach for the stars, 'cause I wanna be a billionaire like Bruno

Play games, but they ain't got a Clue, no

Boss, no Hugo, you know, Uno

Shot down, bye now, kudos, my ting sweet like churros

Chula get that moola

Pum pum fat, well thick like bulla

Real hot gyal live inna living colour

Skin smooth, peanut butter

Spit, don't stutter

Look, don't toucha

Man get Punk'd, no Ashton Kutcher

High grade puffer

OG Kusher

Touch, crumble, I don't need no crusher

My ting buffer, mandem sugar

Wan' me for breakfast, lunch, and supper

Tell dat puta, I'm her pupa

Gyal get fried like pot pon cooker, rah

Trills on Trills on Trills

Mills on mills, on mills, on

Want a house on hills, on hills, on hills

Cah on my sauce on spill on spill on

Look, fuck what you or your friend heard

I could never get spun by dem nerds

Pro black but my swag's all white

Shh, 'round here we don't say the N-word

Spin your sis and your aunty too

Any time, shelly, I'm passing tru

Trap, trap in a bando like

Grizzy 150 cah I don't wanna look like you

Trill don't be on the road too tough

Still cut through local slammers

Brem got food and Wham got hammers

No Pecknarm but black bandanas

Money in account like Naija scammers

Put in the work, don't care 'bout spanners

Big man ting, no Hannah Montanas

Ain't no blammers

Man got

Drills on drills, on drills

Spills on spills, on spills, on

Need a house on hills, on hills, on hills

Cah on my sauce on spills, on spills, on

Charlie

Trills on Trills on Trills

Flow's on chills, on chills, on chills

Sauce on spills, on spills, on

I need a house on hills, on hills, on hills

Rah