Oprah’s Bank Account
Lil Yachty Lyrics
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I ain't mad at 'em, baby
If I seen't 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 mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy
I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah
Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it
I hide in the cave like Osama did
I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District
You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah
Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah
Run me a 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
If I seen't 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 mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?)
Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt)
Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?)
Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (that's too sad)
Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you)
I want them to know you're my baby boo (my boo)
We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do
Every time we step out, niggas look at you
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
If I seen't 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
My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (let's go)
Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (yeah)
She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint
My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (uh)
You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds
My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (chill)
You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (fuck you)
Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (aw)
Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (yeah)
Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (let's go)
She want me to stay, I ain't stayin'
And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (let's go)
Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account
I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out
Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
I ain't mad at 'em, baby (let's go)
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (let's go)
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if 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
The opening lines of Lil Yachty's song "Oprah's Bank Account" express how the rapper is attracted to a woman's beauty and tells her that if he saw her out, he would also be infatuated with her. He compares her value to that of Oprah's bank account, a reference to Oprah Winfrey's wealth and financial success. Lil Yachty goes on to suggest various activities they could engage in like flying her overseas and having sex in her mother’s house. The lyrics beg the question of whether it's considered "trickin" (spending money on a woman) if she genuinely loves the rapper. He wants her to speak her mind freely and reveal her true feelings without worry of him misinterpreting them. Throughout the song, Lil Yachty brags about his own financial success and freedom, proving that he can afford any luxury without having to fold himself for anyone, including the woman he's interested in.
The track features rapper Drake and R&B artist DaBaby. According to Lil Yachty, Oprah Winfrey was aware of the song, but didn't want to be involved in it, likely due to the explicit content in the lyrics. Although the track was initially released as a single, it later appeared on his album "Lil Boat 3". The song's music video features B. Simone, a comedian and actress who plays a parody version of Oprah. Designers Dolce & Gabbana sued Lil Yachty for wearing an outfit in the music video that appeared to be inspired by their brand. Lil Yachty responded by stating that the suit was a knockoff made by a local designer from Atlanta.
Line by Line Meaning
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
I have no ill feelings towards them, darling
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
If I saw you out, I would also be infatuated with you
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
You are a hidden gem, just like Oprah's immense wealth
I just wanna take you out
I simply want to take you out on a date
Fuck you in your mama house
I want to have sexual relations with you in your mother's home
Overseas, I fly you out
I will fly you overseas for a trip
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
If you truly love me, it's not really tricking. Let's test it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
What are you thinking/feeling, my dear?
City girl straight from the South
You are a city girl from the Southern United States
Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy
At home, I feel like President Obama, and I am okay with the drama
I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah
I intimately kissed Madonna, and would you like some pajamas, dear?
Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it
You promised that you'd stay the night
I hide in the cave like Osama did
I retreat to solitude as Osama hid in the cave
I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District
I'm spending a lot of money in the Diamond District of NYC
You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah
You require me as if you are owed the money
Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah
I am very attached to money, but I won't fold or give up for you
Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you
Provide me a job, and I'll put a Range Rover on the road for you
I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby
I don't know the rumors you heard, but I don't have any negative feelings towards you, love
Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?)
Are they jealous/upset that you have a romantic relationship with me?
Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt)
Are they envious that you are driven around in a luxury car?
Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?)
Are they angry that you aren't with them?
Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (that's too sad)
The same women who hate on me are also messaging me on social media (pathetic)
Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you)
I want to commit to you and make it official
We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do
We can make any situation fun and enjoyable
Every time we step out, niggas look at you
Whenever we go out, men stare at you
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
No, don't keep him around, just have sex with him and get rid of him
My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (let's go)
My girlfriend arrives in the manner of Oprah's wealth
Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (yeah)
When I take a photo with a woman, she becomes light-headed and almost faints
She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint
She may appear to be divine/beautiful, but she is not perfect
My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (uh)
My girlfriend enjoys dangerous situations and needs a tank (military vehicle)
You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds
You know that there is no limit to the amount of hundred dollar bills (which are blue colored) I can spend
My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (chill)
My girlfriend is similar to a large sum of new money
You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (fuck you)
You are going to give her the impression that you love her (but don't actually love her)
Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (aw)
I won't hold her hand in front of you, because it's too public for us
Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (yeah)
I will take the small time criminal's girlfriend, he hasn't done anything to stop me
Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (let's go)
Now his girlfriend is infatuated with me (like rapper DaBaby's fans are infatuated with him)
She want me to stay, I ain't stayin'
She wants me to remain with her for the night, but I won't stay
And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (let's go)
I hope these men don't mess with our relationship, because I won't hesitate to respond
Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account
Your girlfriend looks as stunning as Oprah's bank account
I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out
I am the type of person to steal another man's girlfriend and take her out
Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth
You can keep the buttocks, I'd rather have oral sex
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Aubrey Drake Graham, Isaac Earl Bynum, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Miles Parks McCollum
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Alberto
[Intro]
(EarlOnTheBeat)
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
If I seen't 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 mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if 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 on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy
I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah
Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it
I hide in the cave like Osama did
I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District
You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah
Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah
Run me a 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't 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 mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if 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, mad, mad?)
Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt)
Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?)
Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (That's too sad)
Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you)
I want them to know you're my baby boo (My boo)
We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do
Every time we step out, niggas look at you
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
If I seen't 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: DaBaby & Lil Yachty]
My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (Let's go)
Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (Yeah)
She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint
My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (Uh)
You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds
My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (Chill)
You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (Fuck you)
Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (Aw)
Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (Yeah)
Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (Let's go)
She want me to stay, I ain't stayin'
And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (Let's go)
Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account
I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out
Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
[Chorus: Lil Yachty & DaBaby]
I ain't mad at 'em, baby (Let's go)
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (Let's go)
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
[Outro: Lil Yachty]
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
Alessandro Serto
[Intro]
(EarlOnTheBeat)
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
If I seen't 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 mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if 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 on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy
I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah
Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it
I hide in the cave like Osama did
I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District
You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah
Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah
Run me a 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't 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 mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if 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, mad, mad?)
Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt)
Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?)
Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (That's too sad)
Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you)
I want them to know you're my baby boo (My boo)
We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do
Every time we step out, niggas look at you
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
If I seen't 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: DaBaby & Lil Yachty]
My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (Let's go)
Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (Yeah)
She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint
My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (Uh)
You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds
My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (Chill)
You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (Fuck you)
Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (Aw)
Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (Yeah)
Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (Let's go)
She want me to stay, I ain't stayin'
And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (Let's go)
Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account
I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out
Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
[Chorus: Lil Yachty & DaBaby]
I ain't mad at 'em, baby (Let's go)
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (Let's go)
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
[Outro: Lil Yachty]
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
iconik the kid
The song without all the cut scenes and just the audio is fire
Savagekidrich💕
Nooo cappp
Savagekidrich💕
Noooooo capppppp
Kwan TV.
Yeah I agree 🤓 cuz they took away from the song
Kshobo8
Onigiri ⚔️
BBPancake
Yea thats how songs normally sound...
KAPRE DE CHIEF
This song deserves more credit
Munzer Amin
this exactly y im here
Rahul
@Toby Okafor u just hating cs its yachty
King Gold
@Mae Lerose cap