This is a song about "Bank"

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Don't need to make bank and flaunt around a gold necklace...

I be laughin' to the bank like the fuckin' money tickle

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Got racks you don’t understand

In a convoy to the bank

Let's pretend he never dreamed how to break the bank,

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Let's pretend he never dreamed how to break the bank,

My bank of america account got six figures

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Money in the bank gotta have

Bring your pen and your weed stash