This is a song about "Bank"

Yelling "yo look at my money, i got stacks in the bank!"

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

Cause i got the burner in the hand

I got so much in the bank

In a convoy to the bank

Just hustling you understand

Like the times my bank starts texting me

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

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

But the plan is to show you that i understand

You must have joined the illuminati just to ball out

Cause joeyy alexx hill got hella money in the bank account

My bank of america account got six figures

Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers

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

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past