21 Savage - Bank Account lyrics

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21 Savage - Bank Account lyrics

[Verse 1] I buy a new car for the b**h (for real) I tear down the mall with the b**h (for real) You can't even talk to the b**h (no) She f**ing with bosses and sh** (oh God) I pull up in 'rari's and sh**, with choppers and Harley's and sh** (for real) I be Gucci'd down, you wearing Lacoste and sh** (b**h) Yeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off of that, yeah (yeah) Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah (a chair) Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yeah (Oh god) Got 'em 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 b**h, cute face and some nice titties $7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah) b**h, be careful where you dumpin' your ashes (b**h) I ain't no s**er, I ain't cut for no action (nah) The skreets raised me, I'm a ho ba*tard (wild, wild, wild, wild) I bought a 'Rari just so I can go faster (skrrt) n***as tryna copy me, they playin' catch up (21) I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper (21) I been smoking gas and I got no [?] [Chorus] I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 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 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast) Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God) [Verse 2] Yeah dog I'm for real, dog (21) Regular, buy the seats, I got a house on the hill, dog (21) Wanna see a body, n***a? Get you k**ed, dog (wet) Wanna Tweet about me, n***a? Get you k**ed, dog (wet) k**ed dog, I'm a real dog, you a lil' dog (21) Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasing mil's, dog Dunk right in your b**h like O'Neal, dog I shoot like Reggie Mill', dog (21) Chopper sting you like a eel, dog [Chorus] I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 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 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast) Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God) [Verse 3] Roulette clips, send a roulette hit Pull up on your b**h, she say I got that ruler dick Spray your block down, we not really with that rural sh** Glock co*ked now, I don't really give no f** 'bout who I hit Yeah, your b**h, she get jiggy with me Keep that siggy with me b**h, 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 [Chorus] I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 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 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast) Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God) [Outro] $7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah) b**h, be careful where you dumpin' your ashes (b**h) I ain't no s**er, I ain't cut for no action (nah) The skreets raised me, I'm a whole ba*tard

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