[Chorus] Bank account stupid, my money doin’ laps Round the same block, never touch the traps Blowin’ that loud, still passin’ out daps Baddie on my arm like a permanent stamp We don’t flex for clout, we just stack and laugh Dollars talk so loud the room go quiet after that [Verse 1] Been on this since ‘93, still ain’t learned how to chill Tunnel vision locked, every move calculated kill Honey on my side but she know the real priority Bloody knuckles from the climb, not from some fake war story Money circle like a race track, never hit the wall I spend it just to watch it come back twice as tall She pursuin’ this life like it’s the only one that fit I been the shot-caller before the internet existed [Chorus] Bank account stupid, my money doin’ laps Round the same block, never touch the traps Blowin’ that loud, still passin’ out daps Baddie on my arm like a permanent stamp We don’t flex for clout, we just stack and laugh Dollars talk so loud the room go quiet after that [Verse 2] Ain’t no mission statement, just pure tunnel vision max Wake up, count, reinvest, never look back Same hands that was scrapin’ now drip in quiet flex No need to yell “holla” when the paper already checks She stay because the lifestyle match the ambition Not because I said some pretty shit in the kitchen We been doin’ this long enough the young ones study the blueprint I just keep the circle tight and let the money do the sprint [Bridge] Laps on laps, never break the pattern Same energy ‘93 to now, never scatter Bloody work, clean results, that’s the only math that matter [Chorus - Out] Bank account stupid, my money doin’ laps Round the same block, never touch the traps Blowin’ that loud, still passin’ out daps Baddie on my arm like a permanent stamp We don’t flex for clout, we just stack and laugh Dollars talk so loud the room go quiet after that
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