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Bank Account Lyrics

[Intro]
On god Dedication 6
On god Dedication 6
On god
Yeah

[Refrain]
25 million on a nice big ol’ mansion
And b—h I still haven’t invited your family
When you walk in you see the art and gold Grammy’s
I’ma just kill that p—y now it’s just a closed casket
25 million on a mansion, so precious
B—h, be careful where you’re bringing your besties
Satin sheets, I ain’t got no time for messes
That exorcist told me my wifey possessive
Aderrall just so we can go restless
We’re f—–g all, all night long, no breakfast
No confessions, no questions, we both professionals
Now ride me like an open road, no pedestrian

[Verse]
You bought a car for the b—h, I buy the narcs for the b—h
You buy apartments and s–t, it’s nice, I just walked in this b—h
You buy the art for the b—h, y’all argue too often and s–t
You always starting some s–t
That should come off of the bench
Shout out my homies I miss, Nino and Tony and Mitch
This ain’t no call you in s–t, she won’t come snortling s–t
She won’t go hard with a b—h, she knows what happens today
She know we always forget
And she just posted the s–t
And he’s just always a b—h
Tell him I want him to trip, tell him my guns getting skinny
Tell him they’re starving for this
Give me a check, give me the throne
My hair is a minute too long
My b—h look like (?) could bury yo b—h
B—–s like Rosetta Stone
I made my b—h go get a clone
F–k ’em together and then on they own
When they catch feelings, I’m gone
I’m whipping the Winnie the Coupe
I’m driving and sipping the soup
The s–t made me drift in the Coupe, as long as I get to the stu’
Ruler clip, Rick the Ruler slick
Pull up on your b—h, you just called your b—h
Got that “Who is this?”, she don’t know you exist
She on the mula s–t, that’s the truest s–t
Make you eat your words, make you chew your s–t
Then we knocking out every tooth you pick
N—a f–k you and f–k who you with
Yeah my b—h broke but her booty fixed, wait
I just popped a Perc’, another for dessert
I washed it down with syrup
I just left planet Earth, ran into Captain Kirk
I pop a Perc’, I’m tripping, call me Perc’ Nowitzki
Just call her Lewinsky
Blurry, blurry vision, blurp—”Hello, who is this?”
I just hit the line, I got a b—h in mind, I call her anytime
She taller but it’s fine, together we’re 6’9″, I hit her other line
He like “What other line?”, she like “Never mind.”
She can tell a lie and I can tell she lying
That’s no lie, that’s my awesome lil’ b—h
Got me a saucy lil’ b—h, got me a bossy lil’ b—h
Left her for a bossier b—h, it cost me a arm and a d–k
I got me a naughtier b—h
She suck on this balls and a stick
I’m about to play golf with the b—h
I’m way on Mars with the b—h, she f—–g with Martians and s–t
You shopping at Marshall’s and s–t
And yeah, you’re b—h getting trippy with me
Want a quickie with me
She said she with that, I had Nicki with me
Said she go leggo with me
Wish you wish I had my n—a with me
B—h, you washy-wishy, y’all can’t trick me
She said “God, forgive me”, I said “Nah, I’m dizzy”

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[Hook/Chorus]
I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 bank accounts, plus a main account
With insane amounts, that’s something to think about
Plus the drank in route, now I’m hanging out
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 b—–s ready to drink me down
Ready to drink me down, ready to drain me out
Plus my main in town
And she came around, said they ain’t her style

[Refrain]
25 million on a nice big ol’ mansion
And b—h I still haven’t invited your family
When you walk in you see the art and gold Grammy’s
I’ma just kill that p—y, now it’s just a closed casket
25 million on a mansion, so precious
B—h, be careful where you’re bringing your besties
Satin sheets, I ain’t got no time for messes
That exorcist told me my wifey is possessive
Aderrall so we can go restless
We’re f—–g all, all night long, no breakfast
No confessions, no questions, we go professionals
Now ride me like an open road, no pedestrian

[Outro]
On god
Dedication 6 on god
Dedication 6 on god
That’s some slick s–t
Oh lord
Dedication 6 on lord
Dedication 6 on lord
Yes lord
Dedication 6 yes lord
Dedication 6 yes lord