Karaoké Bank Account 21 Savage

Wooh, oh, oh, ow, ow, aw, aw

Wow, wow, wow, aw, aw, aw, aw

I buy a new car for the bitch

I tear down the mall with the bitch

You can't even talk to the bitch

She fucking with bosses and shit

I pull up in 'Rari's and shit with choppers and

Harley's and shit

I be Gucci'd down

You wearing Lacoste and shit

Yeah, Moncler, yuh fur came off a bear, yuh

Triple homicide put me in a chair, yuh

Triple cross the plug we do not play fair, yuh

Got 'em tennis chains on and they real blingy

Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy

Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty

Please proceed with caution shooters, they be right with me

Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties

Seventy-five hundred on a Saint Laurent jacket

Bitch, be careful where you dumpin' your ashes

I ain't no sucker

I ain't cuffin' no action

The streets raised me

I'm a whole bastard

I bought a 'Rari just so I can go faster

Niggas tryna copy me they playin' catch up

I might pull up in a

Ghost, no Casper

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 in my bank account, yeah

In my bank account, yeah

In my bank account, yeah

In my bank account, yeah

In my bank account, yeah

I got one, two, three, four five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah

Ready to gun you down, yeah

Ready to gun you down, yeah

Ready to gun you down, yeah

Ready to gun you down, yeah

Ready to gun you down

Yeah, dawg, huh nah for real, dawg

Straight up out the six, now got a house in the Hills, dawg

Wanna see a body, nigga

Get you killed, dawg

Wanna tweet about me, nigga

Get you killed, dawg

Killed dog, I'm a real dawg you a lil' dawg

Bill dog, want a bil', dog chasing mil's, dawg

Dunk right in your bitch like O'Neal, dawg

Plus I shoot like

Reggie Mill', dawg

Chopper sting you like a eel, dawg

I got one, two, three, four five, six, seven, eight m's in my bank account, yeah in my bank account, yeah

In my bank account, yeah

In my bank account, yeah

In my bank account, yeah

In my bank account, yeah

I got one, two, three, four five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah

Ready to gun you down, yeah

Ready to gun you down, yeah

Ready to gun you down, yeah

Ready to gun you down, yeah

Ready to gun you down

Ruler clip sent a ruler hit

Pull up on yo' bitch she say that I got a ruler dick

Spray your block down we not really with that ruh-rah shit

Glock cocked now

I don't really give no fuck 'bout who I hit

Yeah, yo' 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 a nigga wanna get busy with me

'Rari matte black and

I got a Bentley with me

I got one, two, three, four five, six, seven, eight m's in my bank account, yeah in my bank account, yeah

In my bank account, yeah

In my bank account, yeah

In my bank account, yeah

In my bank account, yeah

I got one, two, three, four five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah

Ready to gun you down, yeah

Ready to gun you down, yeah

Ready to gun you down, yeah

Ready to gun you down, yeah

Ready to gun you down

Seventy-five hundred on a Saint Laurent jacket

Bitch, be careful where you dumpin' your ashes

I ain't no sucker

I ain't cuffin' no action

The streets raised me

I'm a whole bastard