Bank account – 21 Savage lyrics

Bank account – 21 Savage lyrics

Lyrics 21 Savage – Bank account

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 s**t (on God)
I pull up in ‘Rari’s and s**t, with choppers and Harley’s and s**t (for real)
I be Gucci’d down, you wearing Lacoste and s**t (b*tch)
Yeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off a bear, yeah (yeah)
Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah (in jail)
Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yeah (On 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 sucker, I ain’t cuffin’ no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I’m a whole bastard (wild, wild, wild, wild)
I bought a ‘Rari just so I can go faster (skrrt)
Niggas 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 asthma.(bank account)

I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M’s in my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God) (x2)

Yeah dog I’m for real, dog (21)
Straight up out the 6, now got a house in the Hills, dog (21)
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 (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 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God) (x2)

Roulette clips, send a roulette hit
Pull up on your b*tch, she say that I got that ruler dick
Spray your block down, we not really with that ruh-rah s**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 versuri-lyrics.info
b*tch, 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.

I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God). (x2)

$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
b*tch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (b*tch)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cuffin’ no action (nah)
The streets raised me, I’m a whole bastarddd.
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