Bank Account

Tom:
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I buy a new car for the bitch (for real)
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I tear down the mall with the bitch (for real)
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You can't even talk to the bitch (no)
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She fucking with bosses and shit (on God)
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I pull up in 'Rari's and shit, with choppers and Harley's and shit (for real)
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I be Gucci'd down, you wearing Lacoste and shit (bitch)
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Yeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off a bear, yeah (yeah)
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Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah (in jail)
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Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yeah (On God)
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Got 'em tennis chains on and they real blingy (blingy)
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Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy (Chingy)
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Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty (fifty)
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Please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me (21)
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Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties
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$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
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Bitch, be careful when you dumpin' your ashes (bitch)
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I ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action (nah)
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The skreets raised me, I'm a whole bastard (wild, wild, wild, wild)
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I bought a 'Rari just so I can go faster (skrrt)
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Niggas tryna copy me, they playin' catch up (21)
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I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper (21)
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I been smoking gas and I got no asthma

[Chorus 2x 2x]
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I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah (On God)
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In my bank account, yeah (On God)
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In my bank account, yeah (On God)
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In my bank account, yeah (On God)

[Próxima Parte]
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I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 Shooter's ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

[Refrão]
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Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
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Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
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Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

[Verse 2]
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Yeah dog I'm for real, dog (21)
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Straight up out the 6, now got a house in the Hills, dog (21)
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Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
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Wanna tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
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Killed dog, I'm a real dog, you a lil' dog (21)
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Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasing mil's, dog
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Dunk right in your bitch like O'Neal, dog
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I shoot like Reggie Mill', dog (21)
Chopper sting you like a eel, dog

[Chorus 2x 2x]
[Próxima Parte]
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I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)

[Refrão] (repetir)
[Verse 3]
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Roulette clips, send a roulette hit
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Pull up on your bitch, she say that I got that ruler dick
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Spray your block down, we not really with that ruh-rah shit
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Glock cocked now, I don't really give no fuck 'bout who I hit
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Yeah, your bitch, she get jiggy with me
Keep that Siggy with me
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Bitch, I'm Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with me
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Keep a mad mag in case a nigga wanna get busy with me
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'Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with me

[Chorus 2x 2x]
[Próxima Parte]
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Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
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Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

[Outro]
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$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
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Bitch, be careful where you dumpin' your ashes (bitch)
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I ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action (nah)
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The skreets raised me, I'm a whole bastard