Текст песни 21 Savage - Bank Account

[Verse 1:] I buy a new car for the bitch, I tear down the mall with the bitch, You can't even talk to the bitch, She fuckin with bosses ‘n shit. I pull up in 'Rari's ‘n shit, With choppers and Harley's ‘n shit, I be Gucci'd down, Gucci, you wearin Lacoste ‘n shit. Yeah, Moncler, yuh, fur came off a bear, yuh, Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yuh, Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yuh, Got 'em tennis chains on and they real 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. $7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket, Bitch, be careful when you dumpin your ashes! I ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin no action, The skreets raised me, I'm a whole bastard, I bought a 'Rari just so I can go faster. Niggas tryna copy me, they playin catch-up, I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper, I been smokin gas and I got no asthma. [Chorus:] I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah, In my bank account, yeah, In my bank account, yeah, In my bank account, yeah, In my bank account, yeah, In my bank account, yeah! I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 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! [Verse 2:] Yeah, dog, huh, 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. Wanna tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dog. Killed dog, I'm a real dog, 21, you a lil dog. Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasin mil's, dog. Dunk right in your bitch like O'Neal, dog, I shoot like, shoot like Reggie Mill', dog, 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, In my bank account, yeah, In my bank account, yeah, In my bank account, yeah, In my bank account, yeah, In my bank account, yeah! I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 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! [Verse 3:] Ruler clip, umm, sent a ruler hit, Pull up on yo bitch, she say that I got that 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, yo 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 a nigga 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, In my bank account, yeah, In my bank account, yeah, In my bank account, yeah, In my bank account, yeah, In my bank account, yeah! I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 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! [Outro:] $7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket, Bitch, be careful where you dumpin your ashes! I ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin no action, The streets raised me, I'm a whole bastard.
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