Really

[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 shit
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 motherfucker silly
Waste specimen, your daddy should'a wore a jimmy
[?] nigga, I'm just saving up my pennies
Pound, pound, dollars, yeah I wanna see many
Just a brown chick that's about shit
And my shape coke bottle with a kick like Henny
Fuck's wrong with these dumb fucks
Hear word or get fucked up
I feel like these niggas be testing me
We can get swinging like nunchucks
Dunno why I let shit phase me
When they're stiff and I'm fucking wavey
I'm just doing me, so they wanna hate
How you got energy to hate when you're fucking lazy?

[Bridge 1: Ms Banks]
Yeah bitch
Cause you wouldn't hate if you was doing shit
Or just maybe, you ain't doing enough
Here's a piece of advice, do something you love
I don't give a fuck
Cause really, really, really, really
Man, my heart's turned chilly
I've been about in South like a fucking 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, nigga 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 classy 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 shit, it made me fucking hustle
Nigga'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 shit that was man made
I've been doing this for a little while
And make a paycheck on the fucking stage
Man, that shit'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 fucking with me cause I'm lyrical
Suck your mum, 3 syllables
I'm on some new shit
Still the same bitch, 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 shit job
That I don't like, for a shit wage
When I get paid for my new song
Every verse you hear will be fucking rage