NHL Reece - Bank account going crazy Lyrics

Yeah, bitch, I'm in my
Bitch, I'm in my bag, bank account goin' crazy
Hit him with that fire Jit was talkin' crazy
Yeah, I done f*cked so many niggas old ladies
Throw that perky down my throat, bitch, I'm a see ya later
Niggas ain't putting no work, but reaching for your paper
Like, where they do that at?
Hit her from the back
Count a couple racks, tryna flip it till it stack
I'm the realest, that's a fact
Loyalty, them boys ain't heard of that
Sent her to the streets, bitch was tripping like a hurdle track
My face good, I be chillin' where they murder at
I don't eat no breakfast, I woke up like where the syrup at
Catching top in that
Pull the curtain back, if you really want that
Bitch, I'm serving that
Bought my momma Prada, there ain't no more problems
14 rocking fake Ferragamo, now I'm balling
Stack that money tall, yeah, stack that money tall, yeah
Bitches tryna f*ck me, I'm like, baby, drop them drawls then
I was in a stolen car with a loaded chopper
If I aim it at your top, you won't need no doctor
Cause, bitch, you gone then
Cause, bitch, you gone then
Bitch, you gone, yeah, you gone, yeah, you gone, yeah
Bitch, I'm in my
Bitch, I'm in my bag, bank account goin' crazy
Hit him with that fire Jit was talkin' crazy
Yeah, I done f*cked so many niggas old ladies
Throw that perky down my throat, bitch, I'm a see ya later
Niggas ain't putting no work, but reaching for your paper
Like, where they do that at?
Hit her from the back
Count a couple racks, tryna flip it till it stack
Flip that shit