Juice WRLD - Bank Account lyrics
Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Juice WRLD - Bank Account lyrics]
Dun-nun-nun dun, nun-nun-nun
(Juice did the beat) dun, nun-nun-nun
Dun, nun-nun-nun yeah yeah yeah yeah, okay
(I want some juice)
Bank account hittin' back-flips
Said she wanna fuck on a Gucci mattress
She a ballerina, back-bend
I'ma probably fuck her from the
Front and back-end
Then I may hit up her best friend
Tell me how it feel when I'm in intestines
Said she pregnant, it ain't mine, a blessing
Already got children
All these niggas my kids
That's the truth
Signin' niggas, that's just what I do
I'm nine-teen, these niggas over twenty-two
And they still my sons
Never would've thought I'd have
To kill my sons
But everybody got that one thing
So fresh like I came off a runway
I drink then I drive to my left
What's a right? Then I hit the
Wrong way on a one way
Run up the money, I run it
I'ma run that like relay
I'ma run that like relay
I'ma run that like relay
Save no ho, no Sunday
Free Smoke, free Smoke for the gunplay
I don't wanna hurt no body
But niggas gettin' out their body
I try to play it off, Atari
Get lost in the sauce, safari
Makin' money all on my own
Don't need nobody
Bank account hittin' back-flips
Said she wanna fuck on a Gucci mattress
She a ballerina, back-bend
I'ma probably fuck her from
The front and back-end
Then I may hit up her best friend
Tell me how it feel when I'm in intestines
Said she pregnant, it ain't mine, a blessing
Already got children
All these niggas my kids
(Juice did the beat) dun, nun-nun-nun
Dun, nun-nun-nun yeah yeah yeah yeah, okay
(I want some juice)
Bank account hittin' back-flips
Said she wanna fuck on a Gucci mattress
She a ballerina, back-bend
I'ma probably fuck her from the
Front and back-end
Then I may hit up her best friend
Tell me how it feel when I'm in intestines
Said she pregnant, it ain't mine, a blessing
Already got children
All these niggas my kids
That's the truth
Signin' niggas, that's just what I do
I'm nine-teen, these niggas over twenty-two
And they still my sons
Never would've thought I'd have
To kill my sons
But everybody got that one thing
So fresh like I came off a runway
I drink then I drive to my left
What's a right? Then I hit the
Wrong way on a one way
Run up the money, I run it
I'ma run that like relay
I'ma run that like relay
I'ma run that like relay
Save no ho, no Sunday
Free Smoke, free Smoke for the gunplay
I don't wanna hurt no body
But niggas gettin' out their body
I try to play it off, Atari
Get lost in the sauce, safari
Makin' money all on my own
Don't need nobody
Bank account hittin' back-flips
Said she wanna fuck on a Gucci mattress
She a ballerina, back-bend
I'ma probably fuck her from
The front and back-end
Then I may hit up her best friend
Tell me how it feel when I'm in intestines
Said she pregnant, it ain't mine, a blessing
Already got children
All these niggas my kids