Bank Account (feat. Pytee)

Beat Demons in yo ear bitch Too much money in my bank account I can't even fuckin' count (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay) Run up my check I ain't givin' you a check Got me another Patek Come straight from my pay check They see the vvies right on my neck They know I'm up next (Ooo) Racks on racks on racks Pullin up to the bank Yeah they see I'm back These haters mad these haters sad (Ay) Run up a foe I flex on these hoes Cause I got my doe (Ay, ay) Run up on me and get hit with that 5 Glock 95 yeah he bouta die Okay okay you better run me a check Me and my gang we out for the bag We trending now the haters getting mad I'm sorry but I'm spitting facts Can't hang with y'all y'all talk too much cap Me and Richy we is bad boys Got no time to chill with them sad boys I might pull out my strap Now the opps wonder where is I at That is just sad Y'all niggas is mad We only out for the bag The haters is getting mad But I'm glad That my slatts is here Tried to feel her body But I only feel my 'Rari's We only on a mission Gotta hurry I'm finna be playin' Ski safari Yo Richy where is the cups I need to fill up some lean Shawty came in with the team Yeah that body really gleem I got my Glock with a bean Kill the haters really clean My girl beside me She finna be a wifey But I understand why y'all haters like me Beat Demons in yo ear bitch Too much money in my bank account I can't even fuckin' count (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay) Run up my check I ain't givin' you a check Got me another Patek Come straight from my pay check They see the vvies right on my neck They know I'm up next (Ooo) Racks on racks on racks Pullin' up to the bank Yeah they see I'm back These haters mad these haters sad (Ay) Run up a foe I flex on these hoes Cause I got my doe (Ay, ay) Run up on me and get hit with that 5 Glock 95 yeah he bouta die YN Richy only get richer My ice shinin' like glitter Dripin' right in designer Louis V on my sweater But I'm not even a writer Pull up and I change the weather It was summer now it's winter YN Richy is a rich god I'll never ever need a job I always beat the odds My life is like a movie I got on the AP's This life really crazy 6 Stacks for call of duty Me and xanny getting paid I got my paper Stack on you haters I don't care I won't see them later Shout out lil vader These niggas hatin' Cause my ice skatein' Me and xanny right on the beat We only spittin' that heat You know the vibes Beat Demons in yo ear bitch Too much money in my bank account I can't even fuckin' count (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay) Run up my check I ain't givin' you a check Got me another Patek Come straight from my pay check They see the vvies right on my neck They know I'm up next (Ooo) Racks on racks on racks Pullin' up to the bank Yeah they see I'm back These haters mad these haters sad (Ay) Run up a foe I flex on these hoes Cause I got my doe (Ay, ay) Run up on me and get hit with that 5 Glock 95 yeah he bouta die