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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Ink
Kid Ink
Vocals
Cory Pelizzari
Cory Pelizzari
Keyboards
David D.a. Doman
David D.a. Doman
Programming
Hookman Marlin Bonds
Hookman Marlin Bonds
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Todd Collins
Brian Todd Collins
Songwriter
David D.a. Doman
David D.a. Doman
Songwriter
Marlin Bonds
Marlin Bonds
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David D.a. Doman
David D.a. Doman
Producer
Angel Ramirez
Angel Ramirez
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
Assistant Engineer
Dave Nakaji
Dave Nakaji
Assistant Engineer
Adam Catania
Adam Catania
Engineer

Letra

I bring in the cash on a fuckin' crane I lost count again, who's to fuckin' blame? Count that shit I just blew a crib on a fuckin' chain I do what I want, I'm the fuckin' bank I bring in the cash on a fuckin' crane I lost count again (flip that shit) I just fucked two girls on a fuckin' plane I do what I want, I'm the fuckin' bank I'm the fuckin' bank (I do what I want) I'm the fuckin' bank Tell your bitch to hurry with my fuckin' chains I do what I want, I'm the fuckin' bank (okay) I do what I want, I'm the fuckin' bank Watch me run it up, baby you can chase I sell water to a whale then take that shit to Wells Teller, what's the balance? She say that you're doin' well Well, well, doin' well, 'member back when we was broke? No, no, I must add the mention, niggas gettin' old Oh, oh, niggas hit me up like I'm the ATM And I check my bank account more than you check your Instagram Grams on top of grams on top of grams of all this fuckin' dank Jump in, dive in, swim into the money, walk me to the plank Since a youngin' I've been tryna eat, show me where the plate I'm just tryna eat, let me say my grace I bring in the cash on a fuckin' crane I lost count again, who's to fuckin' blame? Count that shit I just blew a crib on a fuckin' chain I do what I want, I'm the fuckin' bank I bring in the cash on a fuckin' crane I lost count again, flip that shit I just fucked two girls on a fuckin' plane I do what I want, I'm the fuckin' bank I'm the fuckin' bank I'm the fuckin' bank Tell your bitch to hurry with my fuckin' chains I do what I want, I'm the fuckin' bank I do what I want, act an ass in this bitch I done lost count again, seen the ass on my chick All these bitches here, nobody even asked for the address Countin' all this dirty money got my house in a mess Message after message, pretty clear just check your texts I still know niggas with kis that's givin' out piano lessons Said that's some shit you ain't know, your party I will rain on Watch it disappear, I make it come right back, shit David Blaine, oh Whip it, horseback ridin' in the 'Rari I'm Usain runnin' through my city for coins like Mario Every time I party at the crib, it's like Mardi Gras Baby throw that money maker, I'm just tryna withdraw I bring in the cash on a fuckin' crane I lost count again, who's to fuckin' blame? Count that shit I just blew a crib on a fuckin' chain I do what I want, I'm the fuckin' bank I bring in the cash on a fuckin' crane I lost count again, flip that shit I just fucked two girls on a fuckin' plane I do what I want, I'm the fuckin' bank I'm the fuckin' bank I'm the fuckin' bank Tell your bitch to hurry with my fuckin' chains I do what I want, I'm the fuckin' bank
Writer(s): Brian Collins, Marlin Donnell Bonds, David L Doman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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