Bank
(专辑: Summer In The Winter - 2015)
I
bring in the
cash on a
fucking crane I
lost count again, who's to fucking blame? Count that shit I
just blew a
crib on a
fucking chain I
do what I
want, I'm the
fucking bank I
bring in the
cash on a
fucking crane I
lost count again (flip that shit) I
just fucked two girls on a
fucking plane I
do what I
want, I'm the
fucking bank I'm the
fucking bank (I do what I
want) I'm the
fucking bank Tell your bitch to hurry with my fucking change I
do what I
want, I'm the
fucking bank (okay) I
do what I
want, I'm the
fucking bank Watch me run it up, baby you can chase I
sell water to a
whale then take that shit to Wells Teller, what's the
balance? She say that you're doing well Well, well, doing well, 'member back when we was broke? No, no, I
must add the
mention, niggas getting old Oh, oh, niggas hit me up like I'm the
ATM And I
check my bank account more than you check your Instagram Grams on top of grams on top of grams of all this fucking dank Jump in, dive in, swim into the
money, walk me to the
plank Since a
younging I've been tryna eat, show me where the
plate I'm just tryna eat, let me say my grace I
bring in the
cash on a
fucking crane I
lost count again, who's to fucking blame? Count that shit I
just blew a
crib on a
fucking chain I
do what I
want, I'm the
fucking bank I
bring in the
cash on a
fucking crane I
lost count again, flip that shit I
just fucked two girls on a
fucking plane I
do what I
want, I'm the
fucking bank I'm the
fucking bank I'm the
fucking bank Tell your bitch to hurry with my fucking change I
do what I
want, I'm the
fucking bank I
do what I
want, act an ass in this bitch I
done lost count again, seen the
ass on my chick All these bitches here, nobody even asked for the
address Counting all this dirty money got my house in a
mess Message after message, pretty clear just check your texts I
still know niggas with kis that's giving out piano lessons Said that's some shit you ain't know, your party I
will rain on Watch it disappear, I
make it come right back, shit David Blaine, oh Whip it, horseback riding in the
'Rari I'm Usain running through my city for coins like Mario Every time I
party at the
crib, it's like Mardi Gras Baby throw that money maker, I'm just tryna withdraw I
bring in the
cash on a
fucking crane I
lost count again, who's to fucking blame? Count that shit I
just blew a
crib on a
fucking chain I
do what I
want, I'm the
fucking bank I
bring in the
cash on a
fucking crane I
lost count again, flip that shit I
just fucked two girls on a
fucking plane I
do what I
want, I'm the
fucking bank I'm the
fucking bank I'm the
fucking bank Tell your bitch to hurry with my fucking change I
do what I
want, I'm the
fucking bank