Kid Ink - Bank lyrics

[Kid Ink - Bank lyrics]

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

I do what I want, I'm the fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' crane
I lost count again, who's to fuckin' blame?
Count that shit
I just blew a crib on a fuckin' chain
I do what I want, I'm the fuckin' bank
I bring in the cash on a fuckin' crane
I lost count again, flip that shit
I just fucked two girls on a fuckin' plane
I do what I want, I'm the fuckin' bank
I'm the fuckin' bank
I'm the fuckin' bank
Tell your bitch to hurry
With my fuckin' change
I do what I want, I'm the fuckin' 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 fuckin' crane
I lost count again, who's to fuckin' blame?
Count that shit
I just blew a crib on a fuckin' chain
I do what I want, I'm the fuckin' bank
I bring in the cash on a fuckin' crane
I lost count again, flip that shit
I just fucked two girls on a fuckin' plane
I do what I want, I'm the fuckin' bank
I'm the fuckin' bank
I'm the fuckin' bank
Tell your bitch to hurry
With my fuckin' change
I do what I want, I'm the fuckin' bank

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