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[Intro: Juice WRLD] Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh (Oh, oh) Oh, ho (Oh) Yeah [Chorus: Juice WRLD] Bank account on 50 (Uh) My clip hold like 50 (Uh) That's a fuckin' titty (Uh), that's a fuckin' titty (Uh) Bank account on 50 (Uh) My clip hold like 50 (Uh) That's a fuckin' titty (Yeah, yeah), that's a fuckin' titty (Yeah, yeah) Groupies showin' me love, they in the crowd showin' me they titties (Uh, huh) If it ain't 'bout the money, then fuck it, get to the nitty gritty (Uh, huh) Bank account on 50 (Uh, huh) My clip hold like 50 (Uh, huh) That's a fuckin' titty (Uh, huh), that's a fuckin' titty (Yeah) [Verse 1: Juice WRLD] Bank account on 50 I ain't talkin' 50 thousand I get your girl so damn wet, her pussy like a fountain In the club I got my .40, nigga, fuck a bouncer That lil' bitch a basketball the way her ass be bouncin' Ya dig, the lil' bitch gon' swallow my kids If you fuck with me, or with my money I promise you we gon' be up in your crib Uh, yeah, we runnin' in your shit, no runnin' out Yeah, my money long, it ain't no runnin' out Run it up, run it up, on they ass Get the cash, secure the bag, secure the bag, make it fast Chi-Town put it on the map, put it on the map like a Jordan fan Choppa like a fan, burn 'em like a tan Bro gon' kill your mans (Ah) So I won't fight your man It's a wrap when I come through, no saran I'ma pull his bitch like a card from a poker hand Bullets flyin', make 'em dance Hokey Pokey on they ass [Chorus: Juice WRLD & Playboi Carti] Bank account on 50 My clip hold like 50 That's a fuckin' titty, that's a fuckin' titty (Uh) Bank account on 50 My clip hold like 50 That's a fuckin' titty, that's a fuckin' titty (Uh, yeah) Groupies showin' me love (What up), they in the crowd showin' me they titties (Uh, hold up, yeah) If it ain't 'bout the money, then fuck it, get to the nitty gritty (Uh) Bank account on 50 (Uh, I put them racks up) My clip hold like 50 (Uh, I put them racks up) That's a fuckin' titty (Uh, I got a bag), that's a fuckin' titty (Yeah) [Verse 2: Playboi Carti] 50 round drum gon' burst Double Cs all on her purse Ain't tryna fuck with no Perky Bitch can't fuck on the Perk Big Backwood that sherbet Smokin' that herb I dress like this on purpose You know I got work Ridin' 'round town with the Birkin .38 Glock Ridin' 'round town with the Birkin Watch your motherfuckin' flop Don't fuck with no cops Never can't fuck with no cop Poppin', gon' shoot at a cop Poppin', gon' shoot at a opp Beanbags all I did Like a motherfuckin' lot Wanna' try me and my friend? Get hit off the block Hellcat ridin' 'round the block (Slatt) Test me, bitch get popped (Yeah) [Chorus: Juice WRLD &Playboi Carti] Bank account on 50 My clip hold like 50 (Hold up, yeah) That's a fuckin' titty, that's a fuckin' titty (Uh) Bank account on 50 (I put them racks up) My clip hold like 50 (I put them racks up) That's a fuckin' titty (I got a bag), that's a fuckin' titty (Uh) Groupie showin' me love, they in the crowd showin' me they titties (Uh) If it ain't 'bout the money, then fuck it, get to the nitty gritty (Uh) Bank account on 50 (Uh) My clip hold like 50 (Uh) That's a fuckin' titty (Uh), that's a fuckin' titty (Yeah)
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