Bank Account

I buy a new car for the bitch (For real)

I tear down the mall with the bitch (For real)

You can't even talk to the bitch (Nah)

She fuckin' with bosses and shit (On god)

I pull up in 'Raris and shit (Skrrt)

With choppers and Harley's and shit (For real)

I be Gucci'd down (Gucci)

You wearin' Lacoste and shit (Bitch)

Yeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off a bear, yeah (Yeah)

Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah (In jail)

Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yeah (On god)

Got them tennis chains on, and they real blingy (Blingy)

Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy (Chingy)

Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty (Fifty)

Please proceed with caution, shooters they be right with me (21)

Bad bitch, cute face, and some nice titties

Seventy-five hunnid on a Saint Laurent jacket (Yeah)

Bitch, be careful when you dumpin' your ashes (Bitch)

I ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action (Nah)

The streets raised me, I'm a whole bastard (Wild, wild-wild-wild)

I bought a 'Rari just so I can go faster (Skrrt)

**** tryna copy me, they playin' catch-up (21)

I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper (21)

I been smokin' gas and I got no asthma

I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

M's in my bank account, yeah (On god)

In my bank account, yeah (On god)

In my bank account, yeah (On god)

In my bank account, yeah (On god)

In my bank account, yeah (On god)

In my bank account (On god)

I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

Shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (Fast)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On god)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On god)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On god)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On god)

Ready to gun you down (On god)

Yeah, dog, nah, for real, dog (21)

Straight up out the Six, now I got a house on the hill, dog (21)

Wanna see a body, ****, get you killed, dog (Wet)

Wanna tweet about me, ****, get you killed dog (Wet)

Killed dog, I'm a real dog, you a lil' dog (21)

Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasin' mills, dog

Dunk right in your bitch like O'neal, dog

Plus I shoot like Reggie Mill', dog (21)

Chopper sting you like a eel, dog (Fast)

I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

M's in my bank account, yeah (On god)

In my bank account, yeah (On god)

In my bank account, yeah (On god)

In my bank account, yeah (On god)

In my bank account, yeah (On god)

In my bank account (On god)

I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

Shooters ready to gun you down, yeah

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On god)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On god)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On god)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On god)

Ready to gun you down (On god)

Ruler clips, send a ruler hit

Pull up on your bitch, she say that I got a ruler dick

Spray your block down, we not really with that ruh-rah shit

Glock cocked now, I don't really give no fuck 'bout who I hit

Yeah, your bitch, she get jiggy with me

Keep that Siggy with me

Bitch, I'm Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with me

Keep a mad mag, in case they wanna get busy with me

'Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with me

I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

M's in my bank account, yeah (On god)

In my bank account, yeah (On god)

In my bank account, yeah (On god)

In my bank account, yeah (On god)

In my bank account, yeah (On god)

In my bank account (On god)

I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

Shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (Fast)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On god)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On god)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On god)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On god)

Ready to gun you down (On god)

Seventy-five hunnid on a Saint Laurent jacket

Bitch, be careful when you dumpin' your ashes

I ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action

The streets raised me, I'm a whole bastard