Bank

(альбом: Summer In The Winter - 2015)

I bring in the cash on a fucking crane
I lost count again, who's to fucking blame?
Count that shit
I just blew a crib on a fucking chain
I do what I want, I'm the fucking bank
I bring in the cash on a fucking crane
I lost count again (flip that shit)
I just fucked two girls on a fucking plane
I do what I want, I'm the fucking bank
I'm the fucking bank
(I do what I want) I'm the fucking bank
Tell your bitch to hurry with my fucking change
I do what I want, I'm the fucking bank (okay)

I do what I want, I'm the fucking bank
Watch me run it up, baby you can chase
I sell water to a whale then take that shit to Wells
Teller, what's the balance? She say that you're doing well
Well, well, doing well, 'member back when we was broke?
No, no, I must add the mention, niggas getting old
Oh, oh, niggas hit me up like I'm the ATM
And I check my bank account more than you check your Instagram
Grams on top of grams on top of grams of all this fucking dank
Jump in, dive in, swim into the money, walk me to the plank
Since a younging I've been tryna eat, show me where the plate
I'm just tryna eat, let me say my grace

I bring in the cash on a fucking crane
I lost count again, who's to fucking blame?
Count that shit
I just blew a crib on a fucking chain
I do what I want, I'm the fucking bank
I bring in the cash on a fucking crane
I lost count again, flip that shit
I just fucked two girls on a fucking plane
I do what I want, I'm the fucking bank
I'm the fucking bank
I'm the fucking bank
Tell your bitch to hurry with my fucking change
I do what I want, I'm the fucking bank

I do what I want, act an ass in this bitch
I done lost count again, seen the ass on my chick
All these bitches here, nobody even asked for the address
Counting all this dirty money got my house in a mess
Message after message, pretty clear just check your texts
I still know niggas with kis that's giving out piano lessons
Said that's some shit you ain't know, your party I will rain on
Watch it disappear, I make it come right back, shit David Blaine, oh
Whip it, horseback riding in the 'Rari
I'm Usain running through my city for coins like Mario
Every time I party at the crib, it's like Mardi Gras
Baby throw that money maker, I'm just tryna withdraw

I bring in the cash on a fucking crane
I lost count again, who's to fucking blame?
Count that shit
I just blew a crib on a fucking chain
I do what I want, I'm the fucking bank
I bring in the cash on a fucking crane
I lost count again, flip that shit
I just fucked two girls on a fucking plane
I do what I want, I'm the fucking bank
I'm the fucking bank
I'm the fucking bank
Tell your bitch to hurry with my fucking change
I do what I want, I'm the fucking bank