Phillip Banks by Tone Status Lyrics

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...