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yung mordecai - bank account كلمات الأغنية

[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

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