paroles de chanson Bank - Kid Ink
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'
chains
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'
chains
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'
chains
I
do
what
I
want,
I'm
the
fuckin'
bank
1 Time Out
2 That's On You
3 Good Idea
4 Summer in the Winter
5 Same Day
6 Blowin' Swishers Pt. 2
7 Promise
8 Real Recognize
9 Bunny Ranch
10 Promise
11 Bank
12 That's On You
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