[Intro]Ooh, ooh, oh, oh, oh, ow, owWow, wow, wow, ah, ow, ow, ow[Verse 1]I buy a new car for the bitch For realI tear down the mall with the bitch For realYou can't even talk to the bitch NoShe fucking with bosses and shit On GodI pull up in 'Rari's and shit SkrrrWith choppers and Harley's and shit For realI be Gucci'd down GucciYou wearing Lacoste and shit BitchYeah, Moncler, yuh, fur came off a bear, yuh YeahTriple homicide, put me in a chair, yuh In jailTriple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yuh On GodGot 'em tennis chains on and they real blingy BlingDraco make you do the chicken head like Chingy ChingyWalk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty FiftyPlease proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me 21Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket YeahBitch, be careful when you dumpin' your ashes BitchI ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action NahThe skreets raised me, I'm a whole bastard WildI bought a 'Rari just so I can go faster SkrrrNiggas tryna copy me, they playin' catch up 21I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper 21I 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 GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodI got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah FastReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On God[Verse 2]Yeah, dawg, huh—yeah—, nah for real, dawg 21Straight up out the 6, now got a house in the Hills, dawg 21Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you killed, dawg WetWanna tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dawg WetKilled dog, I'm a real dawg—21—, you a lil' dawg 21Bill dog, want a bil', dog, chasing mil's, dawg YeahDunk right in your bitch like O'Neal, dawg WetPlus I shoot like Reggie Mill', dawg 21Chopper 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 GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodI got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah FastReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On God[Verse 3]Ruler clip—umm—, sent a ruler hitPull up on yo' bitch, she say that I got a ruler dickSpray your block down, we not really with that ruh-rah shitGlock cocked now, I don't really give no fuck 'bout who I hitYeah, yo' bitch, she get jiggy with me, keep that Siggy with meBitch, I'm Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with meKeep 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 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodI got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah FastReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On God[Outro]$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacketBitch, be careful where you dumpin' your ashesI ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no actionThe streets raised me, I'm a whole bastardHow to Format LyricsType out all lyrics, even repeating song parts like the chorusLyrics should be broken down into individual linesUse section headers above different song parts like [Verse], [Chorus], italics lyric and bold lyric to distinguish between different vocalists in the same song partIf you don’t understand a lyric, use [?]To learn more, check out our transcription guide or visit our transcribers forum

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 'Rari's and shit, with choppers and Harley's and shit for real I be Gucci'd down, you wearing Lacoste and shit bitch Yeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off of that, yeah yeah Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah in jail Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yeah On God Got 'em tennis chains on and they real blingy blingy 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, shooters, they be right with me 21 Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties $7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket yeah Bitch, be careful where you dumpin' your ashes bitch I ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action nah The skreets raised me, I'm a whole bastard wild, 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 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 Yeah dog I'm 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, you a lil' dog 21 Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasing mil's, dog Dunk right in your bitch like O'Neal, dog I shoot like Reggie Mill', dog 21 Chopper sting you like a eel, dog 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 Roulette clips, send a roulette hit Pull up on your bitch, she say that I got that 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 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 $7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket yeah Bitch, be careful where you dumpin' your ashes bitch I ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action nah The skreets raised me, I'm a whole bastard.

Penyanyi/Artis 21 Savage. Judul lagu Bank Account. Dirilis 2017. Genre Hip hop dan rap. Lyric song 21 Savage - Bank Account. Lyric 21 Savage - Bank Account. 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 oh God I pull up in 'Rari's and shit, with choppers and Harley's and shit for real I be Gucci'd down, you wearing Lacoste and shit bitch Yeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off of that, yeah yeah Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah in jail Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yeah oh God Got 'em tennis chains on and they real blingy blingy 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, shooters, they be right with me 21 Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties Seventy-five hunnid on a Saint Laurent jacket yeah Bitch, be careful where you dumpin' your ashes bitch I ain't no sucker, I ain't cut for no action nah The skreets raised me, I'm a ho bastard wild, 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 I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M's in my bank account, yeah oh God In my bank account, yeah oh God In my bank account, yeah oh God In my bank account, yeah oh God In my bank account, yeah oh God In my bank account, yeah oh 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 oh God Ready to gun you down, yeah oh God Ready to gun you down, yeah oh God Ready to gun you down, yeah oh God Ready to gun you down, yeah oh God Yeah, dog huh yeah 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 Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasing mil's dog yeah Dunk right in your bitch like O'Neal, dog wet Yes I shoot like Reggie Mill', dog 21 Chopper sting you like a eel, dog fast I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M's in my bank account, yeah oh God In my bank account, yeah oh God In my bank account, yeah oh God In my bank account, yeah oh God In my bank account, yeah oh God In my bank account, yeah oh 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 oh God Ready to gun you down, yeah oh God Ready to gun you down, yeah oh God Ready to gun you down, yeah oh God Ready to gun you down, yeah oh God Ruler clips, send 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 they wanna get busy with me 'Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with me I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M's in my bank account, yeah oh God In my bank account, yeah oh God In my bank account, yeah oh God In my bank account, yeah oh God In my bank account, yeah oh God In my bank account, yeah oh 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 oh God Ready to gun you down, yeah oh God Ready to gun you down, yeah oh God Ready to gun you down, yeah oh God Ready to gun you down, yeah oh God Seventy-five hunnid on a Saint Laurent jacket yeah Bitch, be careful where you dumpin' your ashes bitch I ain't no sucker, I ain't cut for no action nah The skreets raised me, I'm a ho bastard Terjemahan Bahasa Indonesia 21 Savage - Bank Account. Saya membeli mobil baru untuk perempuan jalang sungguhan Saya meruntuhkan mal dengan jalang sungguhan Anda bahkan tidak bisa berbicara dengan si jalang tidak Dia bercinta dengan bos dan kotoran oh Tuhan Saya berhenti di 'Rari dan kotoran, dengan helikopter dan Harley dan kotoran nyata Saya akan Gucci turun, Anda memakai Lacoste dan kotoran jalang Ya, Moncler, ya, bulu berasal dari itu, ya ya Pembunuhan tiga kali, menempatkan saya di kursi, ya di penjara Triple menyeberang steker, kami tidak bermain adil, ya oh Tuhan Mempunyai rantai tenis mereka dan mereka benar-benar blingy blingy Draco membuat Anda melakukan kepala ayam seperti Chingy Chingy Berjalan di Neiman Marcus dan saya menghabiskan cahaya lima puluh lima puluh Silakan lanjutkan dengan hati-hati, penembak, mereka benar dengan saya 21 Jalang yang buruk, wajah imut dan beberapa titties yang bagus Tujuh puluh lima hunnid pada jaket Saint Laurent ya Bitch, hati-hati di mana Anda membuang abu Anda jalang Saya tidak pengisap, saya tidak dipotong untuk tidak ada tindakan nah Jalanan membesarkan saya, saya seorang bajingan liar, liar, liar, liar Saya membeli 'Rari supaya saya bisa lebih cepat skrrt Niggas tryna salin aku, mereka mainin 'menyusul 21 Saya mungkin menarik Ghost, tidak ada Casper 21 Saya telah merokok gas dan saya tidak punya asma Saya mendapat satu, dua, tiga, empat, lima, enam, tujuh, delapan M di rekening bank saya, ya oh Tuhan Di rekening bank saya, ya oh Tuhan Di rekening bank saya, ya oh Tuhan Di rekening bank saya, ya oh Tuhan Di rekening bank saya, ya oh Tuhan Di rekening bank saya, ya oh Tuhan Saya punya satu, dua, tiga, empat, lima, enam, tujuh, delapan penembak yang siap menembak Anda, ya cepat Siap menembakmu, yeah oh God Siap menembakmu, yeah oh God Siap menembakmu, yeah oh God Siap menembakmu, yeah oh God Siap menembakmu, yeah oh God Ya, anjing ya ya nah untuk anjing sungguhan 21 Langsung keluar 6, sekarang punya rumah di Hills, anjing 21 Ingin melihat tubuh, nigga? Dapatkan Anda membunuh anjing basah Ingin tweet tentang aku, nigga? Dapatkan Anda membunuh anjing basah Killed dog, aku anjing asli 21 kamu anjing lil '21 Jadilah anjing, ingin menjadi anjing, mengejar anjing mil ya Dunk tepat di jalang Anda seperti O'Neal, anjing basah Ya saya menembak seperti Reggie Mill ', anjing 21 Chopper menyengat Anda seperti belut, anjing cepat Saya mendapat satu, dua, tiga, empat, lima, enam, tujuh, delapan M di rekening bank saya, ya oh Tuhan Di rekening bank saya, ya oh Tuhan Di rekening bank saya, ya oh Tuhan Di rekening bank saya, ya oh Tuhan Di rekening bank saya, ya oh Tuhan Di rekening bank saya, ya oh Tuhan Saya punya satu, dua, tiga, empat, lima, enam, tujuh, delapan penembak yang siap menembak Anda, ya cepat Siap menembakmu, yeah oh God Siap menembakmu, yeah oh God Siap menembakmu, yeah oh God Siap menembakmu, yeah oh God Siap menembakmu, yeah oh God Klip penguasa, kirim hit penguasa Tarik jalangmu, dia bilang aku punya penggaris kontol Semprotkan blok Anda, kami tidak benar-benar dengan omong kosong ruh-hura itu Glock mengokang sekarang, aku tidak benar-benar tidak peduli siapa yang kena Ya, jalangmu, dia jiggy denganku Jaga Siggy itu denganku Pelacur, aku Mad Max, kau tahu aku punya Ziggy bersamaku Jaga mag gila jika mereka ingin sibuk dengan saya 'Rari matte hitam dan aku punya Bentley bersamaku Saya mendapat satu, dua, tiga, empat, lima, enam, tujuh, delapan M di rekening bank saya, ya oh Tuhan Di rekening bank saya, ya oh Tuhan Di rekening bank saya, ya oh Tuhan Di rekening bank saya, ya oh Tuhan Di rekening bank saya, ya oh Tuhan Di rekening bank saya, ya oh Tuhan Saya punya satu, dua, tiga, empat, lima, enam, tujuh, delapan penembak yang siap menembak Anda, ya cepat Siap menembakmu, yeah oh God Siap menembakmu, yeah oh God Siap menembakmu, yeah oh God Siap menembakmu, yeah oh God Siap menembakmu, yeah oh God Tujuh puluh lima hunnid pada jaket Saint Laurent ya Bitch, hati-hati di mana Anda membuang abu Anda jalang Saya tidak pengisap, saya tidak dipotong untuk tidak ada tindakan nah Jalanan membesarkan saya, saya bajingan

Lyrics has been copied to clipboard! BANK ACCOUNT - 21 SAVAGEI buy a new car for the bitch for realI tear down the mall with the bitch for realYou can't even talk to the bitch noShe fucking with bosses and shit on GodI pull up in 'Rari's and shit, with choppers and Harley's and shit for realI be Gucci'd down, you wearing Lacoste and shit bitchYeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off of that, yeah yeahTriple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah in jailTriple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yeah On GodGot 'em tennis chains on and they real blingy blingyDraco make you do the chicken head like Chingy ChingyWalk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty fiftyPlease proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me 21Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket yeahBitch, be careful where you dumpin' your ashes bitchI ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action nahThe skreets raised me, I'm a whole bastard wild, wild, wild, wildI bought a 'Rari just so I can go faster skrrtNiggas tryna copy me, they playin' catch up 21I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper 21I been smoking gas and I got no asthmaI got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodI got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah fastReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodYeah dog I'm for real, dog 21Straight up out the 6, now got a house in the Hills, dog 21Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you killed, dog wetWanna tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dog wetKilled dog, I'm a real dog, you a lil' dog 21Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasing mil's, dogDunk right in your bitch like O'Neal, dogI shoot like Reggie Mill', dog 21Chopper sting you like a eel, dogI got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodI got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah fastReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodRoulette clips, send a roulette hitPull up on your bitch, she say that I got that ruler dickSpray your block down, we not really with that ruh-rah shitGlock cocked now, I don't really give no fuck 'bout who I hitYeah, your bitch, she get jiggy with meKeep that Siggy with meBitch, I'm Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with meKeep a mad mag in case a nigga wanna get busy with me'Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with meI got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodIn my bank account, yeah On GodI got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah fastReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On GodReady to gun you down, yeah On God$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket yeahBitch, be careful where you dumpin' your ashes bitchI ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action nahThe skreets raised me, I'm a whole bastard SEKIAN DARI SAYA TERIMA KASIH

Bank Account I buy a new car for the bitch for realI tear down the mall with the bitch for realYou can't even talk to the bitch noShe fucking with bosses and shit on GodI pull up in 'Rari's and shit skrrrWith choppers and Harley's and shit for realI be Gucci'd down Gucci, you wearing Lacoste and shit bitchYeah, Moncler, yuh, fur came off a bear, yuh yeahTriple homicide, put me in a chair, yuh in jailTriple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yuh on GodGot 'em tennis chains on and they real blingy blingDraco make you do the chicken head like Chingy ChingyWalk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty fiftyPlease proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me 21Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket yeahBitch, be careful when you dumpin' your ashes bitchI ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action nahThe skreets raised me, I'm a whole bastard wildI bought a 'Rari just so I can go faster skrrrNiggas tryna copy me, they playin' catch up 21I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper 21I been smoking gas and I got no asthmaI got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodI got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah fastReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on GodYeah, dog, huh—yeah—, nah for real, dog 21Straight up out the 6, now got a house in the Hills, dog 21Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you killed, dog wetWanna tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dog wetKilled dog, I'm a real dog—21—, you a lil' dog 21Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasing mil's, dog yeahDunk right in your bitch like O'Neal, dog wetI shoot like, shoot like Reggie Mill', dog 21Chopper sting you like a eel, dog fastI got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodI got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah fastReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on GodRuler clip—umm—, sent a ruler hitPull up on yo' bitch, she say that I got that ruler dickSpray your block down, we not really with that ruh-rah shitGlock cocked now, I don't really give no fuck 'bout who I hitYeah, yo' bitch, she get jiggy with me, keep that Siggy with meBitch, I'm Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with meKeep a mad mag in case a nigga wanna get busy with me'Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with meI got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodI got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah fastReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on God$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacketBitch, be careful where you dumpin' your ashesI ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no actionThe streets raised me, I'm a whole bastard Conta Bancária Comprei um carro novo para a vadia isso aíDestruo o shopping com a vadia isso aíVocê nem pode falar com a vadia nãoEla tá fodendo com os chefes e tudo mais por DeusEu chego de Ferrari e tudo mais skrrrCom motos choppers e Harleys e tudo mais isso aíTô cheio de Gucci, Gucci, você de Lacoste e tudo mais vadiaSim, casaco Moncler, yuh, o pelo saiu de um urso, yuh éTriplo homicídio, me colocou numa cadeira elétrica, yuh na cadeiaRoubamos o traficante, não jogamos limpo, yuh em DeusTenho correntes cravejadas e elas são realmente brilhantes brilhaA AK faz você dançar tipo uma bixinhaPasso na Neiman Marcus e gasto 50 mil fácil 50Por favor, vá com cuidado, eu tenho atiradores comigo 21Vadia malvada, com rostinho bonito e belos peitosPaguei $7500 numa jaqueta da Saint Laurent simVadia, tenha cuidado com onde você joga seu charme vadiaNão sou nenhum otário, não bato em ninguém sem motivo nahAs ruas me criaram, eu sou um bastardo por completo selvagemComprei uma Ferrari só pra eu poder ir mais rápido skrrrManos tentam me copiar, tão tentando me alcançar 21Eu poderia chegar de Ghost, não Gasparzinho 21Euestive fumando maconha mas não peguei asmaEu tenho 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 milhões na minha conta bancária, é juro por DeusNa minha conta bancária, é juro por DeusNa minha conta bancária, é juro por DeusNa minha conta bancária, é juro por DeusNa minha conta bancária, é juro por DeusNa minha conta bancária, é juro por DeusEu tenho 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 atiradores prontos para te derrubar, é rápidoProntos para te derrubar, é juro por DeusProntos para te derrubar, é juro por DeusProntos para te derrubar, é juro por DeusProntos para te derrubar, é juro por DeusProntos para te derrubar, é juro por DeusÉ isso ai mano, eu sou real 21Diretamente da quebrada, agora eu tenho uma casa em Beverly Hills 21Quer ver um cadáver, mano? Vou te matar, mano molhadoQuer tuitar sobre mim, mano? Vou te matar, mano molhadoVocê tá morto, eu sou um mano de verdade, você é um zé ninguém 21Seja foda, queira ser foda, perseguindo os milhões éEu enterro na sua garota tipo O'NealEu atiro tipo Reggie Miller 21A AK te acerta tipo uma enguia rápidoEu tenho 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 Milhões na minha conta bancária, é por DeusNa minha conta bancária, é juro por DeusNa minha conta bancária, é juro por DeusNa minha conta bancária, é juro por DeusNa minha conta bancária, é juro por DeusNa minha conta bancária, é juro por DeusEu tenho 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 atiradores prontos para te derrubar, é rápidoProntos para te derrubar, é juro por DeusProntos para te derrubar, é juro por DeusProntos para te derrubar, é juro por DeusProntos para te derrubar, é juro por DeusProntos para te derrubar, é juro por DeusRoleta de cassino, eu faço o golpe da roletaChego na sua vadia, ela diz que eu tenho um pau grandePicho sua quebrada, nós realmente não estamos nem aíGlock carregada, eu realmente não to nem aí em quem eu acerteiSim, sua vadia, ela tem transado comigo, mantenho a glock comigoVadia, eu sou o Mad Max, você sabe que o Ziggy tá comigoTenho uma arma bolada no caso de um otário querer se ocupar comigoFerrari toda preta e eu tenho um Bentley comigoEu tenho 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 Milhões na minha conta bancária, é por DeusNa minha conta bancária, é juro por DeusNa minha conta bancária, é juro por DeusNa minha conta bancária, é juro por DeusNa minha conta bancária, é juro por DeusNa minha conta bancária, é juro por DeusEu tenho 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 atiradores prontos para te derrubar, é rápidoProntos para te derrubar, é juro por DeusProntos para te derrubar, é juro por DeusProntos para te derrubar, é juro por DeusProntos para te derrubar, é juro por DeusProntos para te derrubar, é juro por DeusPaguei $7500 numa jaqueta da Saint LaurentVadia, tenha cuidado com onde você joga seu charmeNão sou nenhum otário, não bato em ninguém sem motivoAs ruas me criaram, eu sou um bastardo por completo

I buy a new car for the bitch for realI tear down the mall with the bitch for realYou can't even talk to the bitch noShe fucking with bosses and shit on GodI pull up in 'Rari's and shit skrrrWith choppers and Harley's and shit for realI be Gucci'd down Gucci, you wearing Lacoste and shit bitchYeah, Moncler, yuh, fur came off a bear, yuh yeahTriple homicide, put me in a chair, yuh in jailTriple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yuh on GodGot 'em tennis chains on and they real blingy blingDraco make you do the chicken head like Chingy ChingyWalk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty fiftyPlease proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me 21Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket yeahBitch, be careful when you dumpin' your ashes bitchI ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action nahThe skreets raised me, I'm a whole bastard wildI bought a 'Rari just so I can go faster skrrrNiggas tryna copy me, they playin' catch up 21I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper 21I been smoking gas and I got no asthmaI got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodI got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah fastReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on GodYeah, dog, huh—yeah—, nah for real, dog 21Straight up out the 6, now got a house in the Hills, dog 21Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you killed, dog wetWanna tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dog wetKilled dog, I'm a real dog—21—, you a lil' dog 21Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasing mil's, dog yeahDunk right in your bitch like O'Neal, dog wetI shoot like, shoot like Reggie Mill', dog 21Chopper sting you like a eel, dog fastI got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodI got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah fastReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on GodRuler clip—umm—, sent a ruler hitPull up on yo' bitch, she say that I got that ruler dickSpray your block down, we not really with that ruh-rah shitGlock cocked now, I don't really give no fuck 'bout who I hitYeah, yo' bitch, she get jiggy with me, keep that Siggy with meBitch, I'm Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with meKeep a mad mag in case a nigga wanna get busy with me'Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with meI got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodI got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah fastReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on God$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacketBitch, be careful where you dumpin' your ashesI ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no actionThe streets raised me, I'm a whole bastard

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[Verse 1]I buy a new car for the bitch for realI tear down the mall with the bitch for realYou can't even talk to the bitch noShe fucking with bosses and shit on GodI pull up in 'Rari's and shit skrrrWith choppers and Harley's and shit for realI be Gucci'd down, Gucci, you wearing Lacoste and shit bitchYeah, Moncler, yuh, fur came off a bear, yuh yeahTriple homicide, put me in a chair, yuh in jailTriple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yuh on GodGot 'em tennis chains on and they real blingy blingDraco make you do the chicken head like Chingy ChingyWalk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty fiftyPlease proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me 21Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket yeahBitch, be careful when you dumpin' your ashes bitchI ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action nahThe skreets raised me, I'm a whole bastard wildI bought a 'Rari just so I can go faster skrrrNiggas tryna copy me, they playin' catch up 21I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper 21I been smoking gas and I got no asthma[Chorus]I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 Ms in my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodI got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah fastReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on God[Verse 2]Yeah, dog, huh—yeah—, nah for real, dog 21Straight up out the 6, now got a house in the Hills, dog 21Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you killed, dog wetWanna tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dog wetKilled dog, I'm a real dog—21—, you a lil' dog 21Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasing mil's, dog yeahDunk right in your bitch like O'Neal, dog wetI shoot like, shoot like Reggie Mill', dog 21Chopper sting you like a eel, dog fast[Chorus]I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 Ms in my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodI got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah fastReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on God[Verse 3]Ruler clip—umm—, sent a ruler hitPull up on yo' bitch, she say that I got that ruler dickSpray your block down, we not really with that ruh-rah shitGlock cocked now, I don't really give no fuck 'bout who I hitYeah, yo' bitch, she get jiggy with me, keep that Siggy with meBitch, I'm Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with meKeep 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 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 Ms in my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodIn my bank account, yeah on GodI got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah fastReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on GodReady to gun you down, yeah on God[Outro]$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacketBitch, be careful where you dumpin' your ashesI ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no actionThe streets raised me, I'm a whole bastard

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