21 Savage - Bank Account Lyrics (2024)

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I buy a new car for the bitch (for real)I tear down the mall with the bitch (for real)You can't even talk to the bitch (no)She f*cking with bosses and sh*t (oh God)I pull up in 'Rari's and sh*t, with choppers and Harley's and sh*t (for real)I be Gucci'd down, you wearing Lacoste and sh*t (bitch)Yeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off of that, yeah (yeah)Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah (in jail)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 bitch, cute face and some nice titt*esSeventy-five hunnid on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)Bitch, be careful where you dumpin' your ashes (bitch)I ain't no sucker, I ain't cut for no action (nah)The skreets raised me, I'm a ho bastard (wild, wild, wild, wild)I bought a 'Rari just so I can go faster (skrrt)nigg*s 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 asthmaI 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 (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)Yeah, dog (huh yeah) nah for real dog (21)Straight up out the 6, now got a house in the Hills, dog (21)Wanna see a body, nigg*? Get you killed dog (wet)Wanna tweet about me, nigg*? Get you killed dog (wet)Killed dog, I'm a real dog (21) you a lil' dog (21)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 (21)Chopper sting you like a eel, dog (fast)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 (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)Ruler clips, send a ruler hitPull up on your bitch, she say that I got a ruler dickSpray your block down, we not really with that ruh-rah sh*tGlock co*cked now, I don't really give no f*ck 'bout who I hitYeah, your bitch, she get jiggy with meKeep that Siggy with meBitch, I'm Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with meKeep a mad mag in case they wanna get busy with me'Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with meI 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 (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)Seventy-five hunnid on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)Bitch, be careful where you dumpin' your ashes (bitch)I ain't no sucker, I ain't cut for no action (nah)The skreets raised me, I'm a ho bastard

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