21 Savage - Bank Account (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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21 Savage - Bank Account (en) Lyrics
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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 fucking with bosses
and shit (oh God)
I pull up in 'Rari's and shit,
with choppers and Harley's
and shit (for real)
I be Gucci'd down, you wearing
Lacoste and shit (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 titties
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
(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
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)
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)
Yeah dog I'm for real, dog (21)
Straight up out the seats, now I got
a house on the hill, 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 bitch
like O'Neal, dog
Plus I shoot like Reggie
Mill', dog (21)
Chopper sting you like a eel, dog
Ruler clips, send a ruler hit
Pull up on your bitch, she
say I got that ruler dick
Spray your block down, we not
really with that rural shit
Glock cocked now, I don't really
give no fuck 'bout who I hit
Yeah, your 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 they
wanna get busy with me
'Rari matte black and I
got a Bentley with me
The skreets raised me,
I'm a ho bastard
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