Intro
Earl on the Beat

Chorus: Lil Yachty
I ain't mad at 'em, Baby
If I seen you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your momma house
Overseas, I’ll fly you out
Is he tricking Do she really love me
Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth
City girl, straight from the south

Verse 1: Drake
Back home I know presi, I’m Obama
I condone the drama
I tongue down Madonna
Do you need pajamas
Staying the night, girl you promised it
I hide in the cave like Osama did
I’m blowing a bag in the diamond district
You need me like dollars that are owed to you
Money and me are the same, but I just don’t fold for you
Run me your body, I’ll put a Range on the road for you
I don’t know what you were told but I ain’t mad at you baby
Chorus: Lil Yachty
If I seen you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your momma house
Overseas, I’ll fly you out
Is he trickin Do she really love me
Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth
City girl, straight from the south

Verse 2: Lil Yachty
Is they mad that you fuck with me
Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley
Is they mad that you not with them
Same hoes hating be in my DM
Locking it down, locking it down, locking it down I want you
I want them to know you’re my baby boo
We still make it lit when ain’t nothing to do
Every time we step out n***as look at you

Chorus: Lil Yachty
I ain't mad at 'em, Baby
If I seent you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I ain't mad at 'em, Baby
Verse 3: Dineroobandz
I gotta bitch wit dreads
I make dat bitch give me head
N***as be talking to feds
N***as be turning to pigs
I can not fuck wit these n***as they fu
I got them goons they gone pop out the blue
Can't fuck wit that bitch she be fucking the crew
She gone fuck on the crew when she up in the mood
Wanna large bank account
When I see Orpah I'ma have to take Orpah out
I'ma fuck Orpah I'ma have to fuck her on the couch
I want Orpah bank account
Put my dick up in her mouth
After that she tapping out

Verse 4: DaBaby
My bitch pull up looking like Oprah Banks
Take a pic with a bitch and she faint
She look like a goddess but she ain’t no saint
My bitch bout it bout it she need her a tank
You know ain’t no limit on blue hundreds
My bitch like a big bag of money this new money
You gone make the bitch think that you love her
Hold her hand right in front of you too public
Take the lil n***a bitch he ain't do nothing
Now his bitch going baby I’m baby
She want me to stay I ain’t staying
And I hope that these n***as don’t play I ain't playing
Your Bitch looking good as Oprah bank account
I’m the type to take a n***a hoe from him and take her out
Keep the butt I’ll take the mouth
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I ain't mad at 'em, Baby
If I seen you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your momma house
Overseas, I’ll fly you out
Is he tricking Do she really love me
Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth
City girl, straight from the south

I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I ain't mad at 'em, Baby

Lil Yachty, Drake, DaBaby, Dineroobandz - Orpah's Bank Account (freestyle)