Song: Bank Account feat. Pytee
Artist:  YN Richy
Year: 2021
Viewed: 39 - Published at: 9 years ago

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Beat Demons in yo ear bitch
To much money in my bank account
I can't even fuckin' count (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
Run up my check
I ain't givin' you a check
Got me another patek
Come straight from my pay check
They see the vvies right on my neck
They know I'm up next (Ooo)
Racks on racks on racks
Pullin up to the bank
Yeah they see I'm back
These haters mad these haters sad (Ay)
Run up a foe
I flex on these hoes
Cause I got my doe (Ay, ay)
Run up on me and get hit with that 5
Glock 95 yeah he bouta die

Okay okay you better run mе a check
Me and my gang we out for thе bag
We trending now the haters getting mad
I'm sorry but I'm spitting facts
Can't hang with y'all y'all talk to much cap
Me and Richy we is bad boys
Got no time to chill with them sad boys
I might pull out my strap
Now the opps wonder where is I at
That is just sad
Y'all niggas is mad
We only out for the bag
The haters is getting mad
But I'm glad
That my slatts is here
Tried to feel her body
But I only feel my rarri's
We only on a mission
Gotta hurry I'm finna be playin Ski safari
Yo Richy where is the cups
I need to fill up some lean
Shawty came in with the team
Yeah that body really gleem
I got my Glock with a bean
Kill the haters really clean
My girl beside me
She finna be a wifey
But I understand why y'all haters like me
Beat Demons in yo ear bitch
To much money in my bank account
I can't even fuckin' count (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
Run up my check
I ain't givin' you a check
Got me another patek
Come straight from my pay check
They see the vvies right on my neck
They know I'm up next (Ooo)
Racks on racks on racks
Pullin up to the bank
Yeah they see I'm back
These haters mad these haters sad (Ay)
Run up a foe
I flex on these hoes
Cause I got my doe (Ay, ay)
Run up on me and get hit with that 5
Glock 95 yeah he bouta die

YN Richy only get richer
My ice shinin' like gliter
Dripin' right in designer
Louis V on my sweater
But I'm not even a writter
Pull up and I change the weather
It was summer now it's winter
YN Richy is a rich god
I'll never ever need a job
I always beat the odds
My life is like a movie
I got on the AP's
This life really crazy
6 Stacks for call of duty
Me and xanny getting paid
I got my paper
Stack on you haters
I don't care I won't see them later
Shout out lil vader
These niggas hatin'
Cause my ice skatein'
Me and xanny right on the beat
We only spittin' that heat
You know the vibes
Beat Demons in yo ear bitch
To much money in my bank account
I can't even fuckin' count (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
Run up my check
I ain't givin' you a check
Got me another patek
Come straight from my pay check
They see the vvies right on my neck
They know I'm up next (Ooo)
Racks on racks on racks
Pullin' up to the bank
Yeah they see I'm back
These haters mad these haters sad (Ay)
Run up a foe
I flex on these hoes
Cause I got my doe (Ay, ay)
Run up on me and get hit with that 5
Glock 95 yeah he bouta die
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( YN Richy )
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