21 Savage Bank Account Lyrics

I buy a new car for the b_tch (for real)
I tear down the mall with the b_tch (for real)
You can't even talk to the b_tch (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 (b_tch)
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 b_tch, cute face and some nice titties
$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
B_tch, be careful where you dumpin' your ashes (b_tch)
I ain't no s_cker, 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)
N_ggas 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 [?]

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)

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_gga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Wanna Tweet about me, n_gga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Killed 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_tch like O'Neal, dog
I shoot like Reggie Mill', dog (21)
Chopper sting you like a eel, dog

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)

Roulette clips, send a roulette hit
Pull up on your b_tch, she say I got that ruler d_ck
Spray your block down, we not really with that rural sh_t
Glock cocked now, I don't really give no f_ck 'bout who I hit
Yeah, your b_tch, she get jiggy with me
Keep that siggy with me
B_tch, 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 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)

$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
B_tch, be careful where you dumpin' your ashes (b_tch)
I ain't no s_cker, I ain't cut for no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I'm a ho bastard