This is a song about "Getting bank"

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

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

My bank of america account got six figures

Like the times my bank starts texting me

You a lady boss, now you fly free

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

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

Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tony

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

In a convoy to the bank

And i can write a hook fast

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

Taking money out the piggy bank