I Got 12345 in My Bank Account Lyrics

“I Got 12345 in My Bank Account Lyrics” sung by 21 Savage represents the English Music Ensemble. The name of the song is Bank Account by 21 Savage.

I Got 12345 in My Bank Account Lyrics

I buy a new car for the bih (for real)
I tear down the mall with the bih (for real)
You can’t even talk to the bih (no)
She fking with bosses and s^^t (on god)
I pull up in ‘rari’s and s^^t, with choppers and harley’s and s^^t (for real)
I be gucci’d down, you wearing lacoste and s^^t (bih)
Yeah, moncler, yeah, fur came off of that, yeah (yeah)
Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah (in jail)
Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yeah (on god)
Got ’em tennis chains on and they real blingy (blingy)
Draco make you do the chicken head like chingy (chingy)
Walk in neiman marcus and I spend a light fifty (fifty)
Please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me (21)
Bad bih, cute face and some nice t^^ties
$7500 on a saint laurent jacket (yeah)
Bih, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bih)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cuffin’ no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I’m a whole b^^tard (wild, wild, wild, wild)
I bought a ‘rari just so I can go faster (skrrt)
Ngas tryna copy me, they playin’ catch up (21)
I might pull up in a ghost, no casper (21)
I been smoking gas and I got no asthma

I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 m’s in my bank account, yeah (on god)
In my bank account, yeah (on god)
In my bank account, yeah (on god)
In my bank account, yeah (on god)
In my bank account, yeah (on god)
In my bank account, yeah (on god)
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (on god)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (on god)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (on god)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (on god)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (on god)

Yeah dog I’m for real, dog (21)
Straight up out the 6, now got a house in the hills, dog (21)
Wanna see a body, nga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Wanna tweet about me, nga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Killed dog, I’m a real dog, you a lil’ dog (21)
Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasing mil’s, dog
Dunk right in your bih like o’neal, dog
I shoot like reggie mill’, dog (21)
Chopper sting you like a eel, dog

Roulette clips, send a roulette hit
Pull up on your bih, she say that I got that ruler d^^k
Spray your block down, we not really with that ruh-rah s^^t
Glock cocked now, I don’t really give no fk ’bout who I hit
Yeah, your bih, she get jiggy with me
Keep that siggy with me
Bih, I’m mad max, you know I got ziggy with me
Keep a mad mag in case a nga wanna get busy with me
‘rari matte black and I got a bentley with me

$7500 on a saint laurent jacket (yeah)
Bih, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bih)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cuffin’ no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I’m a whole b^^tard