Bank Account

歌詞

I buy a new car for the bitch I tear down the mall with the bitch (for real) You can't even talk to the bitch She fucking with bosses and shit I pull up in 'Rari's and shit with choppers and Harley's and shit I be Gucci'd down you wearing Lacoste and shit Yeah Moncler yeah fur came off of that yeah Triple homicide put me in a chair yeah Triple cross the plug we do not play fair yeah Got 'em tennis chains on and they real blingy (blingy) Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty Please proceed with caution shooters they be right with me Bad bitch cute face and some nice titties Seventy-five hunnid on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah) Bitch be careful where you dumpin' your ashes I ain't no sucker I ain't cut for no action (nah) The skreets raised me I'm a ho bastard I bought a 'Rari just so I can go faster (skrrt) Niggas tryna copy me they playin' catch up I might pull up in a Ghost no Casper (21) I been smoking gas and I got no asthma I got one two three four five six seven eight M's in my bank account yeah (oh God) In my bank account yeah (oh God) In my bank account yeah (oh God) In my bank account yeah (oh God) In my bank account yeah (oh God) In my bank account yeah (oh God) I got one two three four five six seven eight shooters ready to gun you down yeah Ready to gun you down yeah Ready to gun you down yeah Ready to gun you down yeah Ready to gun you down yeah Ready to gun you down yeah Yeah dog yeah nah for real dog Straight up out the 6 now got a house in the Hills dog Wanna see a body nigga Get you killed dog (wet) Wanna tweet about me nigga Get you killed dog (wet) Killed dog I'm a real dog you a lil' dog Be a dog wanna be a dog chasing mil's dog (yeah) Dunk right in your bitch like O'Neal dog (wet) Yes I shoot like Reggie Mill' dog Chopper sting you like an eel dog I got one two three four five six seven eight M's in my bank account yeah (oh God) In my bank account yeah (oh God) In my bank account yeah (oh God) In my bank account yeah (oh God) In my bank account yeah (oh God) In my bank account yeah (oh God) I got one two three four five six seven eight shooters ready to gun you down yeah Ready to gun you down yeah Ready to gun you down yeah Ready to gun you down yeah Ready to gun you down yeah Ready to gun you down yeah 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 (oh God) In my bank account yeah (oh God) In my bank account yeah (oh God) In my bank account yeah (oh God) In my bank account yeah (oh God) In my bank account yeah (oh God) I got one two three four five six seven eight shooters ready to gun you down yeah Ready to gun you down yeah Ready to gun you down yeah Ready to gun you down yeah Ready to gun you down yeah Ready to gun you down yeah Seventy-five hunnid on a Saint Laurent jacket Bitch be careful where you dumpin' your ashes I ain't no sucker I ain't cut for no action The skreets raised me I'm a ho bastard