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(Hook)
Bank of America, Bank of America
Bank of America, Bank of America
500k off a jug that I’m stealin
Bank of America, Bank of America
Bank of America, Bank of America
Bank of America, Bank of America
Hunned band jug, hunned band jug
Hunned band jug, walkin hunned band jug
(Verse)
I’m way sittin up in yo area
I’m on a brick, nigga meet me at the Bank of America
Of they just keep starin, po up
I got money everywhere
I add cash on my schedule, I get guwop on the regular
Soulja Boy tell em man how do you woo
Get plenty of cash and revenue who
Walk inside the club, man I’m getting head inside that bathroom
Soulja Boy tell em I’m flexin
Pull up, go out, on that be flexin
24 karat my lense, they ain’t gonna Gucci my tennis
Damn Burbery my rims, baby my feel is I do this for real
Boys my lean, my fam
Basin my jail out my M’s
My diamonds they look crystal clear
Soulja Boy tell em I do it for real
Ridin in a foreign with real, the others inside you see steering wheel
Medusa my chandelier, the others inside you see steering wheel
I’m ridin and grippin the wheel
Off of a pill, I’m 34 mill
Me keep the ice on my ear
I say my ear designer designer
Your diamond front shinin, then how you can’t find her?
How you can’t find er? Yo hoe you can’t find er
(Hook)
Bank of America, Bank of America
Bank of America, Bank of America
Bank of America, Bank of America
Bank of America, Bank of America
(Verse)
Cuevo
You already know I’m a walkin bank nigga
I’m pullin up in the Ferrari, the Audi Bugatti
Got biggie Versace my shades and I can’t see nobody
Young rich nigga and I feel took my bitch and I bought an island
Put the birds in there over that me, son and they got molly
Bank of America, my money she say that it’s scarin er
Takin trips to Mexico, my plug is Eddy Guerrero
Blunt is fed a burrito
Call take all for the kilo
Call Lil Soulja for the pesos
Young Cuevo got white like mayo
The Jackson, Benjamin Franklin
Got money like bank of America
I’m laughin at you as histerical
Let me get toolie, I want the vegetables
Hundred band truth I want hunneds
I’m takin the truth out the country
The nigga I heard you was plottin
From Houston but I keep the watch
Them birds, you know that they mockin
Let go, you know that choppin my ball
Fresh holes, our parents is droppin
Catch up on the block, the feds is watchin
Call off my nigga, they hit you don’t keep it
My nigga the bullet gon kiss you
I’m killin these niggas, ba ba ba
You niggas infestin that word to my nigga gon get you
(Hook)
Bank of America, Bank of America
Bank of America, Bank of America
Young rich nigga in the jump, that’s America
Bank of America, Bank of America
Young rich nigga in the jump, that’s America
Bank of America, Bank of America
Young rich nigga in the jump, that’s America
Bank of America, Bank of America
Young rich nigga from the cashout, that’s America