Bank Account Lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Intro] 

On God, Dedication 6 

On God, Dedication 6 

On God, yeah 

[Hook] 

25 million on a nice big ol' mansion 

And, bitch, I still haven't invited your family 

When you walk in you see the art and gold Grammys 

I'ma just kill that pussy, now it's just a closed casket 

25 million on a mansion, so precious 

Bitch, be careful where you're bringin' your besties 

Satin sheets, I ain't got time for no messes 

That exorcist told me my wifey possessive 

Adderall just so we can go restless 

We fuckin' all, all night long, no breakfast 

No confessions, no questions, we both professionals 

Now ride me like an open road, no pedestrian 

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[Verse] 

You bought a car for the bitch 

I buy the narcs for the bitch 

You buy apartments and shit 

It's nice, I just walked in this bitch 

You buy the art for the bitch 

Y'all argue too often and shit 

You always startin' some shit 

That should come off of the bench 

Shout out my homies I miss 

Nino and Tony and Mitch 

This ain't no call you and shit 

She wan' come snort all this shit 

She wan' go hard with a bitch 

She know what happens today 

She know we always forget 

And she just posted the shit 

And he just saw his lil bitch 

Tell him I want him to trip 

Tell him my guns gettin' skinny 

Tell him they're starvin' for this 

Give me the check, give me the throne 

My hair is a minute too long 

My bitch look like Vivica-Berry 

Your bitch look like Rosetta Stone 

I made my bitch go get a clone 

Fuck 'em together and then on they own 

When they catch feelin's, I'm gone 

I'm whippin' the Winnie the Coupe 

I'm drivin' and sippin' the soup 

The shit made me drift in the Coupe 

As long as I get to the stu' 

Ruler clip 

Rick the Ruler slick 

Pull up on your bitch 

You just called your bitch 

Got that "Who is this?" 

She don't know you exist 

She on her Mula shit 

That's that truer shit 

Make you eat your words, make you chew your shit 

Then we knockin' out every tooth you pick 

Nigga, fuck you, and fuck who you with 

Yeah my bitch broke, but her booty fixed 

Wait, I just popped a Perc 

Another for dessert 

I washed it down with syrup 

I just left planet Earth 

Ran into Captain Kirk 

I pop a Perc, I'm trippy 

Call me Perc Nowitzki 

Just call her Lewinsky 

Blurry, blurry vision 

Blrrp— "Hello, who is this?" 

I just hit the line 

I got a bitch in mind, I call her anytime 

She taller, but it's fine 

Together we 6-9 

I hit her other line 

He like, "What other line?" 

She like, "Never mind" 

And she can tell a lie 

And I can tell she's lyin' 

That's no lie 

That's my awesome lil bitch 

Got me a saucy lil bitch 

Got me a bossy lil bitch 

Left her for a bossier bitch 

It cost me a arm and a dick 

I got me a naughtier bitch 

She suck on the balls and the stick 

I'm about to play golf with the bitch 

I'm way on Mars with the bitch 

She fuckin' with Martians and shit 

You shoppin' at Marshall's and shit 

And yeah, your bitch gettin' trippy with me 

Want a quickie with me 

Say she wish that I had Nicki with me 

Say she'd lick her with me 

Wish you wish I had my nigga with me 

Bitch, you washy-wishy 

Y'all can't trick me 

She said "God, forgive me" 

I say "Nah, I'm busy" 

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[Bridge] 

I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 bank accounts 

Plus a main account 

With insane amounts 

That's somethin' to think about 

Plus the drank in route 

Now I'm hangin' out 

With 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 bitches ready to drink me down 

Ready to drink me down 

Ready to drain me out 

Plus my main in town 

And she came around 

Said they ain't her style 

[Hook: Lil Wayne] 

25 million on a nice big ol' mansion 

And bitch, I still haven't invited your family 

When you walk in you see the art and gold Grammys 

I'ma just kill that pussy, now it's just a closed casket 

25 million on a mansion, so precious 

Bitch, be careful where you're bringin' your besties 

Satin sheets, I ain't got time for no messes 

That exorcist told me my wifey possessive 

Adderall just so we can go restless 

We fuckin' all, all night long, no breakfast 

No confessions, no questions, we both professionals 

Now ride me like an open road, no pedestrians 

(Err) 

Six shit 

[Outro] 

On God 

Dedication 6 on God 

Dedication 6 on God 

That's some sick shit 

Oh Lord 

Dedication 6 on Lord 

Dedication 6 on Lord 

Yes Lord 

Dedication 6 yes Lord 

Dedication 6 yes Lord