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

I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' 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 doin' well
Well, well, doin' well, 'member back when we was broke?
No, no, I must add the mention, niggas gettin' 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 f*ckin' dank
Jump in, dive in, swim into the money, walk me to the plank
Since a youngin' 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 f*ckin' crane
I lost count again, who's to f*ckin' blame?
Count that shit
I just blew a crib on a f*ckin' chain
I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' bank
I bring in the cash on a f*ckin' crane
I lost count again, flip that shit
I just f*cked two girls on a f*ckin' plane
I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' bank
I'm the f*ckin' bank
I'm the f*ckin' bank
Tell your bitch to hurry with my f*ckin' chains
I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' 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
Countin' 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 givin' 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 ridin' in the 'Rari
I'm Usain runnin' 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 f*ckin' crane
I lost count again, who's to f*ckin' blame?
Count that shit
I just blew a crib on a f*ckin' chain
I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' bank
I bring in the cash on a f*ckin' crane
I lost count again, flip that shit
I just f*cked two girls on a f*ckin' plane
I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' bank
I'm the f*ckin' bank
I'm the f*ckin' bank
Tell your bitch to hurry with my f*ckin' chains
I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' bank
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I bring in the cash on a f*ckin' crane
I lost count again, who's to f*ckin' blame?
Count that shit
I just blew a crib on a f*ckin' chain
I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' bank
I bring in the cash on a f*ckin' crane
I lost count again (flip that shit)
I just f*cked two girls on a f*ckin' plane
I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' bank
I'm the f*ckin' bank
(I do what I want) I'm the f*ckin' bank
Tell your bitch to hurry with my f*ckin' chains
I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' bank (okay)

I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' 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 doin' well
Well, well, doin' well, 'member back when we was broke?
No, no, I must add the mention, niggas gettin' 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 f*ckin' dank
Jump in, dive in, swim into the money, walk me to the plank
Since a youngin' 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 f*ckin' crane
I lost count again, who's to f*ckin' blame?
Count that shit
I just blew a crib on a f*ckin' chain
I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' bank
I bring in the cash on a f*ckin' crane
I lost count again, flip that shit
I just f*cked two girls on a f*ckin' plane
I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' bank
I'm the f*ckin' bank
I'm the f*ckin' bank
Tell your bitch to hurry with my f*ckin' chains
I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' 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
Countin' 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 givin' 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 ridin' in the 'Rari
I'm Usain runnin' 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 f*ckin' crane
I lost count again, who's to f*ckin' blame?
Count that shit
I just blew a crib on a f*ckin' chain
I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' bank
I bring in the cash on a f*ckin' crane
I lost count again, flip that shit
I just f*cked two girls on a f*ckin' plane
I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' bank
I'm the f*ckin' bank
I'm the f*ckin' bank
Tell your bitch to hurry with my f*ckin' chains
I do what I want, I'm the f*ckin' bank
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Writer: MARLIN BONDS, BRIAN COLLINS, DAVID DOMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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