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Bank
Hip-Hop/Rap
Bank was released on October 15, 2024 by Flood Team Yungin/Shiesty Boy Records/From Tha Yard as a part of the album Wickenton 2
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Release DateOctober 15, 2024
LabelFlood Team Yungin/Shiesty Boy Records/From Tha Yard
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jermaine Jones
Jermaine Jones
Songwriter

Lyrics

I'ma keep on laughin' straight up to that bank
Yeah, it's money in my pocket, call it fish fillet
And all these bitches that be watchin, cannot get a plate
He wasn't down with FTY, so move up out our way
It was me, spazz, and bizzie in that basement
**** never knew that we slept on that pavement
And when we caught that boy, y'all know that he was heaven sent
I told my mama, fuck her job, I'm finna pay her rent
Chandeliers up on my neck, and chandeliers up on my wrist
Got caught up one time, the judge had gave me a slap on the wrist
Now I'm wearin' Rick's or Amiri Jeans's, that's for my fit
All these **** wearin' bust down, but Lil Wicky got a plain jane
That shit lame, now it's time to go insane
Told lil bro to hit that clip, hell yeah, we runnin' different lanes
Skrt Off in that SRT, red key, y'all know me
They say they want that old wick back hell nawh can't get that from me
I been elevatin' all my music, finna go berserk
**** run a free verse and bitches tryna eat the meat
Uh-huh, get away from me, all these bitches for the streets
F-T-Y, we bounce out on they block and leave they ass deceased
Uh, I'ma keep on laughin' straight up to that bank
Yeah, it's money in my pocket, call it fish fillet
And all these bitches that be watchin, cannot get a plate
He wasn't down with FTY, so move up out our way
It was me, spazz, and bizzie in that basement
**** never knew that we slept on that pavement
And when we caught that boy, y'all know that he was heaven sent
I told my mama, fuck her job, I'm finna pay her rent
I feel like Bizzie, this might be my fuckin' final verse
We miss you Ny'Aire, boy why you had to leave in that hearse?
And if you see us cryin, man, that's the reason, don't ask why
And all these bitches that be dissin, man, I hope y'all die
Yeah, ha, send him to the sky
Y'all know Cheyenne, she down to ride
Lights on, cameras on, flash on
Switchy bust his dome and sent his ass back home
We shot that ****, made his homies run and left his ass alone
I'm up every night, hell nawh no time for sleepin
The last time I saw my lil' brother, he was leavin
And yeah, we come straight out that gutter, we some demons
Pop up out that cut with brand new Glocks, that boy ain't leavin
I'ma keep on laughin' straight up to that bank
Yeah, it's money in my pocket, call it fish fillet
And all these bitches that be watchin, cannot get a plate
He wasn't down with FTY, so move up out our way
It was me, spazz, and bizzie in that basement
**** never knew that we slept on that pavement
And when we caught that boy, y'all know that he was heaven sent
I told my mama, fuck her job, I'm finna pay her rent
I told my momma, fuck a job, I'm finna pay her rent
Written by: Jermaine Jones
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