This is a song about "Getting bank"

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

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Like the times my bank starts texting me

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

Still i'm mackin i'm rackin up a fuckin bank vault too

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you

Twist me up, let me crank

Im focused on a bigger bank

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

22 dollars in my pocket, and a hundred in the bank

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

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

Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers

My bank of america account got six figures

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

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy