“Bank Account” sees 21 Savage rapping about his wealth amongst other things over a dark beat produced by Metro Boomin and 21 Savage himself.

The track samples Coleridge-Taylor Perkinson’s 1974 song… Read More [Intro]

Ooh, ooh, oh, oh, oh, ow, ow

Wow, wow, wow, ah, ow, ow, ow

[Verse 1]

I buy a new car for the bitch (For real)

I tear down the mall with the bitch (For real)

You can't even talk to the bitch (No)

She fucking with bosses and shit (On God)

I pull up in 'Raris and shit (Skrrt)

With choppers and Harleys and shit (For real)

I be Gucci'd down (Gucci)

You wearing Lacoste and shit (Bitch)

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 (Ching)

Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty (Fifty)

Please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me (21)

Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties

Seventy-five hundred on a Saint Laurent jacket (Yeah)

Bitch, be careful when you dumpin' your ashes (Bitch)

I ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action (Nah)

The skreets raised me (Wild), I'm a whole bastard (Wild, wild, wild)

I bought a 'Rari just so I can go faster (Skrrt)

Niggas 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 one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight 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 (On God)

I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight 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 (On God)

[Verse 2]

Yeah, dog (Yeah; huh), nah, for real, dog (21)

Straight up out the 6, now got a house in the Hills, dog (21)

Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you killed, dog (Wet)

Wanna tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dog (Wet)

Killed dog, I'm a real dog (21), you a lil' dog (21)

Bill dog, want a bil', dog, chasin' mills, dog (Yeah)

Dunk right in your bitch like O'Neal, dog (Wet)

Plus I shoot like Reggie Mill', dog (21)

Chopper sting you like a eel, dog (Fast)

[Chorus]

I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight 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 (On God)

I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight 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 (On God)

[Verse 3]

Ruler clip, sent a ruler hit

Pull up on your 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, your 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

[Chorus]

I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight 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 (On God)

I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight 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 (On God)

[Outro]

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