This is a song about "Getting bank"

Like the times my bank starts texting me

So gon' and be my dealer baby

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

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and you

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

Bank on that shit dawg i'm stroking my knob.

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

I got so much in the bank

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

Taking money out the piggy bank

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

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