歌词
[Verse 1]
Yeah, ah, ooh, okay, okay
Yeah well, let's talk about this money, ****
Cut to it
[Verse 2]
I got bank, bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, ay
[Verse 3]
I got bank, bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank, ay
[Verse 4]
I be all about the cash
Care less about some ass
Sunning ****, Steve Nash, splash
Hunnid Mph's on a dash, fast
Lotta broke **** hate me
Gettin' used to it lately
Shoot up women from Haiti
Make me have to take it off safety, crazy
Bad bitch, she Hispanic
But she nice, don't panic
And her ass gigantic
Real bitch organic
I told you my neck and my wrist is Pacific
Speedin' the Beamer might give me a ticket
My financial statements be lookin' terrific
[Verse 5]
I finesse on the cash, put racks in the bank
Backwoods full of dank stank
Henny coke for the drank
They want to be my clone
DDG in the zone
Money all in my phone
I'm rich, I'm on
[Verse 6]
Same **** from the yak
But I ain't never goin' back
Penthouse, five racks, stack
DDG on my neck, tat
4K on the stu', all my shit brand new
I been rappin' 'bout these hoes
Low-key got a boo
[Verse 7]
I got bank, bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, ay
[Verse 8]
I got bank, bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank, ay
[Verse 9]
ATL for the show
Meet and greet with your bitch, shit
She keep knockin' on the door
My homie hit, yeah, we switch, stick
Sippin' Henny, no vodka
And your bitch call me papa
I ain't got time for no drama
Bank account got commas
Music blew overnight
Hatin' **** wanna fight, light
Gave your main bitch the pipe
And she wanna stay the night, psyche
Labels be callin'
'Cause they see a **** on it
But I'm all about my bank
(Can you offer me a comma?)
[Verse 10]
I got bank, bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, ay
[Verse 11]
I got bank, bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank, bank
Bank, bank, bank, ay
[Verse 12]
I finesse on the cash, put racks in the bank
Backwoods full of dank stank
Henny coke for the drank
They want to be my clone
DDG in the zone
Money all in my phone
I'm rich, I'm on
Written by: Darryl Granberry, Darryl Granberry, Jr.
