Bank - DDG

TreOntheBeat, yeah

Yuh, ay, ouu

Okay, okay

Yeah, let’s talk about this money, nigga

Cut to it

I got bank, bank, bank

Bank, bank, bank

Bank, bank, bank

Bank, bank, bank

Bank, bank, bank, aye

I got bank, bank, bank

Bank, bank, bank

Bank, bank, bank

Bank, bank, bank

Bank, bank, bank, aye

I be all about the cash (Ou)

Careless about some ass

Sonnin' niggas Steve Nash, splash

Hunnid mph’s on a dash, fast

Lot a broke niggas hate me (Yeah)

Getting used to it lately (Ou)

Shoot up woman from Haiti

Make me have to take it off safety, crazy (Boom)

Bad bitch, she Hispanic (Yeah)

But she nice, don’t panic

And her ass gigantic (Yeah)

Real bitch organic

(Splash, splash! Wet, wet!)

I told you my neck and my wrist is Pacific

Speedin' the Bimmer might give me a ticket

My financial statements be lookin' terrific

I finesse on the cash

Put racks in the bank

Backwoods full of dank, stank

Henny coke for the drank (Okay)

They want to be my clone (Yeah)

DDG in the zone (Yeah)

Money all in my phone (Yeah)

I’m rich, I’m on

Same nigga from the yak (Ou)

But I never going back (Yeah)

Penthouse five racks, stack

DDG on my neck tat'

4K on the stu'

All my shit brand new

I been rappin' 'bout these hoes

Lowkey got a boo

I got bank, bank, bank

Bank, bank, bank

Bank, bank, bank

Bank, bank, bank

Bank, bank, bank, aye

I got bank, bank, bank

Bank, bank, bank

Bank, bank, bank

Bank, bank, bank

Bank, bank, bank, aye

A-ATL for the show (Ou)

Meet and greet with your bitch, shit

She keep knockin' on the door

My homie hit, yeah, we switch, stick

Sippin' Henny, no Vodka (Yeah)

And your bitch call me papa (Mmm)

Ain’t got time for no drama

Bank account got commas (Bands)

Music blew overnight (Splash!)

Hate when niggas wanna fight, light

Give your main bitch the pipe (Mmm)

And she wanna stay the night, sike!

Labels be calling (Ou)

'Cause they see a nigga on

But I’m all about my bank (Yeah)

Can you offer me a comma?

I got bank, bank, bank

Bank, bank, bank

Bank, bank, bank

Bank, bank, bank

Bank, bank, bank, aye

I got bank, bank, bank

Bank, bank, bank

Bank, bank, bank

Bank, bank, bank

Bank, bank, bank, aye

I finesse on the cash

Put racks in the bank

Backwoods full of dank, stank

Henny coke for the drank (Okay)

They want to be my clone (Yeah)

DDG in the zone (Yeah)

Money all in my phone (Yeah)

I’m rich, I’m on