Baby Keem ft. Lil Uzi Vert – bank account Audio

Lyrics bank account – Baby Keem ft. Lil Uzi Vert

Huh, violate that b**ch, I did, yeah
Huh, violate that b**ch, I did, yeah
Huh, violate that b**ch, I did, yeah

I can’t talk about all the s**t that I done did
I can’t talk about all the b**ches I done hit
I can’t talk about all the n**gas that got fed
My pockets be blue, but my eyes, they still see red
Doot-doot, doot-doot, f**k the loaf, I make the bread
Doot-doot, doot-doot, I see numbers in my head
I like dead people instead
Doot-doot, doot-doot, ain’t ’bout money, texts on read

Doot-doot, doot-doot, did it
Everything you did, I done been did it
Every b**ch you f**ked, I done been hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Doot-doot, doot-doot, every time I go to check my bank account
Doot-doot, doot-doot, you wouldn’t even believe my bank amount
Doot-doot, doot-doot, I can’t count up the whole goddamn amount
Doot-doot, doot-doot, I made it
And sometimes I forget I’m famous, just like I am Amos
And I can turn your b**ch around and f**k her in her anus

And I just let her spirit up, for some entertainment
Won my first GRAMMY, put my opps in the pavement
I told my ghetto b**ch to shut the f**k up
I like tough love
I know they don’t trust us
I just put it in her mouth, she need a touch up
And my lifestyle Tempur-Pedic, need to rough up
I walk in the f**kin’ meeting, all you starstruck
Baby, you’ve been blessed to see it, give it good luck
My cousins say that I’m a menace to society
When I f**k a famous b**ch, I do it quietly
All my n**gas quick to judge, I know they tired of me

Toxic b**ch won’t let me leave, something up her sleeve
And she know what I bleed, she know my ID
I sent her to Maldives, just so I could breathe
Doot-doot, doot-doot, ugh, came out kicking in October
Last time I checked, your energy was bipolar
Last time I checked, your baby mama had an odor
Last time I checked, she was f**kin’ the promoter
Ugh, you was sittin’ on a porch
Last time I checked, I’m the one that took the torch
Last time I checked, I cut you off with no remorse
Last time I checked, y’all was quick to go report

If I cancel, then that mean I had some s**t to do
If I cancel, I was in the projects, ten to two
If I cancel, who the f**k you think you talkin’ to
If I cancel, call my eldest b**ch and tell her, Duece
If I, doot-doot, doot-doot, then that mean I’m probably at the bank
If I, doot-doot, doot-doot, hug my b**ch, I gotta keep her safe
If I, doot-doot, doot-doot, taper, taper, takin’ off her face
If I, doot-doot, doot-doot, said she want a smart n**ga with taste

I can’t talk about all the s**t that I done did
I can’t talk about all the b**ches I done hit
I can’t talk about all the n**gas that got fed
My pockets be blue, but my eyes, they still see red
Doot-doot, doot-doot, f**k the loaf, I make the bread
Doot-doot, doot-doot, I see numbers in my head
I like dead people instead
Doot-doot, doot-doot, ain’t ’bout money, texts on read…

Written by Soldado, Scott Bridgeway, Lil Uzi Vert, Baby Keem, Mark Williams & Raul Cubina
Album: The Melodic Blue
Produced by Scott Bridgeway, Soldado, Baby Keem & Ojivolta
Baby Keem | Lil Uzi Vert | 2022

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