This is a song about "Bank"

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

U lack the spice, black n' white like bank robbers be

Got my foot on the gas

Money in the bank gotta have

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

I got so much in the bank

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tony

Track 4.) break the bank (break the bank)

Twist me up, let me crank

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

I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank

My bank of america account got six figures

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