Bank Account

           D#m           Fm
I buy a new car for the bitch (for 
real)
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I tear down the mall with the bitch
     D#m
 (for real)
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You can't even talk to the bitch 
(no)
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She fucking with bosses and shit 
    D#m
(on God)
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I pull up in 'Rari's and shit, 
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with choppers and Harley's and shit
  D#m
 (for real)
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I be Gucci'd down, you wearing 
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Lacoste and shit (bitch)
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Yeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off
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 a bear, yeah (yeah)
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Triple homicide, put me in a 
          D#m
chair, yeah (in jail)
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Triple cross the plug, we do not 
          D#m
play fair, yeah (On God)
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Got 'em tennis chains on and they
          D#m
 real blingy (blingy)
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Draco make you do the chicken 
          D#m
head like Chingy (Chingy)
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Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend
          D#m
 a light fifty (fifty)
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Please proceed with caution, 
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shooters, they be right with me (21)
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Bad bitch, cute face and some 
         D#m
nice titties
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$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket 
Fm         D#m
(yeah)
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Bitch, be careful when you 
         D#m
dumpin' your ashes (bitch)
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I ain't no sucker, I ain't 
         D#m
cuffin' no action (nah)
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The skreets raised me, I'm a 
         D#m
whole bastard (wild, wild, wild, 
wild)
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I bought a 'Rari just so I can go
         D#m
 faster (skrrt)
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Niggas tryna copy me, they 
         D#m
playin' catch up (21)
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I might pull up in a Ghost, no 
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Casper (21)
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I been smoking gas and I got no 
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asthma

[Chorus]
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I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank
 account, yeah (On God)
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In my bank account, yeah (On God)
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In my bank account, yeah (On God)
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In my bank account, yeah (On God)
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In my bank account, yeah (On God)
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In my bank account, yeah (On God)
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I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 Shooter's 
ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
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Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
D#m           Fm
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
  Fm            D#m
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
D#m           Fm
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
D#m           Fm
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

[Verse 2]
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Yeah dog I'm for real, dog (21)
         D#m

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Straight up out the 6, now got a 
         D#m
house in the Hills, dog (21)
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Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you 
         D#m
killed, dog (wet)
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Wanna tweet about me, nigga? Get 
         D#m
you killed, dog (wet)
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Killed dog, I'm a real dog, you a
         D#m
 lil' dog (21)
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Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasing
         D#m
 mil's, dog
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Dunk right in your bitch like 
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O'Neal, dog
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I shoot like Reggie Mill', dog 
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(21)
Chopper sting you like a eel, dog

[Chorus]
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I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank
 account, yeah (On God)
  Fm            D#m
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
D#m           Fm
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
  Fm            D#m
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
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In my bank account, yeah (On God)
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In my bank account, yeah (On God)
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I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready
 to gun you down, yeah (fast)
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Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
D#m           Fm
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
  Fm            D#m
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
D#m           Fm
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
  Fm            D#m
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

[Verse 3]
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Roulette clips, send a roulette 
         D#m
hit
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Pull up on your bitch, she say 
         D#m
that I got that ruler dick
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Spray your block down, we not 
         D#m
really with that ruh-rah shit
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Glock cocked now, I don't really 
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give no fuck 'bout who I hit
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Yeah, your bitch, she get jiggy 
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with me
Keep that Siggy with me
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Bitch, I'm Mad Max, you know I got 
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Ziggy with me
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Keep a mad mag in case a nigga 
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wanna get busy with me
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'Rari matte black and I got a 
D#m
Bentley with me

[Chorus]
D#m           Fm
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank
 account, yeah (On God)
  Fm            D#m
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
D#m           Fm
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
  Fm            D#m
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
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In my bank account, yeah (On God)
D#m           Fm
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
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I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready
 to gun you down, yeah (fast)
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Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
D#m           Fm
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
  Fm            D#m
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
D#m           Fm
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
  Fm            D#m
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

[Otro]
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$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket 
(yeah)
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Bitch, be careful where you dumpin' 
your ashes (bitch)
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I ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' 
no action (nah)
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The skreets raised me, I'm a whole 
bastard