Phillip Banks

Yea Woo Harlem Tone Status And What Smoothies and Smooooke Haha Look, look, look! Verse 1 I'm on my Ross shit, super high off sativa In the cockpit, getting blown(flown) by a diva She blend the fruits up, crush up the reefa I'm making believers of rap atheists My thesis statements, bouta give my bank statements a facelift If shorty start Ant Vivin', by the next season find a replacement Fillin' up banks is my occupation At times I'm too occupied for relations It feel like a nut every time I get paper Ya flow basement, my shit skyscraper Gotta book a flight to say hi to my neighbors On the skype with my guy young six He finna email a zip of that sour-kush-piff That's a iLL mix, like Guru on the board You probably ain't get it, but Hov got it Im sure Boat docking the shores where the coke is the rawest Ya flow stepped on, man my shit is the purest This cloud nine that I'm smokin' on got me so gone, this shit is cirrus(serious) ...ha ha Hook: Fillin' up banks, is my occupation Fillin' up banks, is my occupation Fillin up banks Fi-Fillin up banks Fi-Fillin up banks Is my occupation Outro Hahaha Shoutout to anybody that's you know, in the field of filling up banks Whatever you do to the fill up a bank, just fill it up...