Bank Account (Remix) Lyrics by Joyner Lucas
[Joyner Lucas]
I’m willing to die for this ***
I’m ready to flip it and end up in prison the rest of my life for this ***
So my momma ain’t want me, she got an abortion
I end up surviving this ***
And if I wanted somethin’, I ain’t got the money
I’d probably be robbing and ***
Don’t know how much I cry for this ***
Said I am willing to ride for this ***
You know ***’s my hobby, inside of my closet’s a bunch of dead bodies and ***
Niggas say that I’m cursed ’cause I go to church and stare at the Bible and ***
Shawty say I’m the worst cause I do my dirt, and I don’t be hiding this ***
[Joyner Lucas]
***, I’m a savage I spit at you bastards, I wonder what you gonna do to me ***
I need to hear some more rapping
I’m just not impressed by your cash or your jewelry, ho
All you my soldiers and I’m a lieutenant
Goddammit, you should be saluting me, ho
I hope you know I ain’t going nowhere
All you rappers just better get used to me, ho
***, I’m Mr. Blue with my jeans, bought me a jeep, cause I wasn’t riding as much
My bank account looking weak, don’t look at me, I ain’t got no time for no fun
Starting to feel like Tyrese, I’m ’bout to trip, and maybe start crying or som’
I might just hit up the Smith’s, throw me a fit and wait for my wire to come
Ain’t nobody give or show me love when I was coming up, I had to double up and tell these niggas buckle up before they ride
And they don’t really wanna knuckle up, I hit ’em with the uppercut, I had these *** running for they life
Unidentified craft when I’m flying past, I’m an alien sailin’ and if you look up in the sky
Blow your mind back, put your eyes back to your iPad, I’m an Iraqi in ***
When the bombs are loaded and your mind explode in the wind
And you gon’ sit down, repent
I was raised in the sewer; me and the 𝘐𝘵 clown are friends
Red balloons for your kids, sink my tooth in ya ***
I lost too many friends, I don’t do good with kids
What you know about riding dirty in the evening?
What you know about Ramen Noodles, and a pack of sazon seasoning
What you know about leaving the oven door open when there’s no heat again
And the rent is due and your landlord try and throw you out on the streets again
***, I was only dreaming of a Bentley and a *** Lamborghini when I win ’em, I’ma finally get a break
If I didn’t get away before I guarantee that if I talk to God, then I can say I got it when I pray
She don’t really want me to get petty, turn her dime into a penny, but she know I got a lot of *** to say
I got juice and water and a henny, drink it up and let the semi shoot, I’ll pop you niggas all up in the face
Blood all up in the lake, I
Wanna see your wake die
They don’t wanna wave bye
Creep when I came by, teeth like a K9
Bleed through your Levi, we from the East Side
Eat when the beat’s hot, tea from the teapot
Aim for the tree top, beg till your knees pop
Skrrt in a Nissan, swerve into three cars
You just a bird in a beehive, you just a cold in a room full of germs
***, I said all of my idols and favorite rappers ain’t been rhyming a lot
What the *** happened to Jay Electronica? I wonder if he still got it or not
Whatever happened to Elzhi?
Whatever happened to ***? What happened to Beans? Whatever happened to Lauryn?
What happened to Banks? Tell me what happened to Bleek?
What the *** happened to Mos? What happened to Missy?
***, what happened to Ghost?
Whatever happened to Cube?
What up with Common? What the ***, where did they go?
Tell me what happened to Budden’s, what about Luda?
I hope they ain’t losing it now
Hope they get back to the music ’cause I need some new ***
I’m sick of these new niggas out, I’m that new *** now
[Joyner Lucas]
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven eight
Nine niggas wanna war, 10 niggas on the floor, 11 niggas on the porch
12 killers wanna war, 13 carnivores, 14 Labradors, 15 dinosaurs, 16 Avatars
17 bombs or grenades at your rental car, 18 ways you can die when you have it all
I got I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven eight
Nine *** wanna ***, 10 niggas wanna rush, 11 hitters on a bus
12 think they one of us, 13 other guns, 14 runners-up, 15 rubber gloves, 16 double pumps
17 shots in your face till you cuddle up, 18 ways you can die tryna *** with us
[Joyner Lucas]
I’m willing to die for this ***
Said I’m ready to flip it and end up in prison the rest of my life for this ***
And my momma ain’t want me, she got an abortion
I end up surviving this ***
*** if I wanted somethin’, I ain’t got the money
I’ll probably be robbing this ***
Don’t know how much I cry for this ***
Said I am willing to die for this ***
You know ***’s my hobby, inside of my closet’s a bunch of dead bodies and ***
Niggas say that I’m cursed ’cause I go to church and stare at the Bible and ***
Shawty say I’m the worst cause I do my dirt, and I don’t be hiding this ***
Joyner, wooh!
