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conversations.value: Write me a song called Oprah’s Bank Account with the following description: Lil Yachty, Drake, and DaBaby team up for the first time on “Oprah’s Bank Account,” a melodic trap collaboration dedicated to their significant others and named after actress and talk show host Oprah Winfrey, whose net worth is estimated at $2.6B as of this song’s release.
  Yachty compared the tune of this record to that of his 2016 work, referring more specifically to the first installment of his Lil Boat series, which played a huge role in bringing Yachty’s music to the mainstream at the time. The song was eventually released on the three-year anniversary of the tape, which also marks the two-year anniversary of its follow-up Lil Boat 2.
  “Oprah’s Bank Account” was first teased by Yachty on Instagram on 10 January 2020 before it leaked online 19 days later with DaBaby as the only feature. It was eventually premiered with an accompanying music video and Drake’s contribution. Notably, the track’s polarizing music video sees Yachty, dressed in drag, parodying Winfrey in a similar fashion to Drake’s 2015 “Energy” music video. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [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