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yung mordecai - bank account lyrics

[intro]
ooh, ooh, oh, oh, oh, ow, ow
wow, wow, wow, ah, ow, ow, ow

[verse 1]
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 sh+t (on god)
i pull up in ‘rari’s and sh+t (skrrr)
with choppers and harley’s and sh+t (for real)
i be gucci’d down (gucci)
you wearing lacoste and sh+t (b+tch)
yeah, moncler, yuh, fur came off a bear, yuh (yeah)
triple homicide, put me in a chair, yuh (in jail)
triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yuh (on god)
got ’em tennis chains on and they real blingy (bling)
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, shootеrs, they be right with me (21)
bad b+tch, cutе face and some nice titties
$7500 on a saint laurent jacket (yeah)
b+tch, be careful when 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 b+st+rd (wild)
i bought a ‘rari just so i can go faster (skrrr)
n+ggas 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
[chorus]
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)
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)

[verse 2]
yeah, dawg, huh—yeah—, nah for real, dawg (21)
straight up out the 6, now got a house in the hills, dawg (21)
wanna see a body, n+gga? get you k!lled, dawg (wet)
wanna tweet about me, n+gga? get you k!lled, dawg (wet)
k!lled dog, i’m a real dawg—21—, you a lil’ dawg (21)
bill dog, want a bil’, dog, chasing mil’s, dawg (yeah)
dunk right in your b+tch like o’neal, dawg (wet)
plus i shoot like reggie mill’, dawg (21)
chopper sting you like a eel, dawg (fast)

[chorus]
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)
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)
[verse 3]
ruler clip—umm—, sent a ruler hit
pull up on yo’ b+tch, she say that i got a ruler d+ck
spray your block down, we not really with that ruh+rah sh+t
glock c+cked now, i don’t really give no f+ck ’bout who i hit
yeah, yo’ b+tch, she get jiggy with me, keep that siggy with me
b+tch, i’m mad max, you know i got ziggy with me
keep a mad mag in case a n+gga wanna get busy with me
‘rari matte black and i got a bentley with me

[outro]
$7500 on a saint laurent jacket
b+tch, 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 b+st+rd

- yung mordecai lyrics

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