Lirik dan Chord Lagu Bank Account - 21 Savage

Ia membawakan lagu berjudul "Bank Account" yang menjadi singel perdana dari album Issa Album, keluaran tahun 2017 lalu.

Hingga Senin (10/1/2022), video musik dari lagu tersebut sudah ditonton sebanyak 109 juta kali.

Simak lirik dan chord lagu "Bank Account" oleh 21 Savage berikut ini.

Capo di fret pertama.

[Verse 1]
                        Dm         Em
I buy a new car for the bitch (for real)
Em                                 Dm
I tear down the mall with the bitch (for real)
Dm                             Em
You can't even talk to the bitch (no)
Em                                        Dm
She fucking with bosses and shit (on God)
                        Dm                   Em                                             Dm
I pull up in 'Rari's and shit, with choppers and Harley's and shit (for real)
Dm                      Em           Em                            Dm
I be Gucci'd down, you wearing Lacoste and shit (bitch)
Dm Em Em Dm
Yeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off a bear, yeah (yeah)
Dm Em Em Dm
Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah (in jail)
Dm Em Em Dm
Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yeah (On God)
Dm Em Em Dm
Got 'em tennis chains on and they real blingy (blingy)
Dm Em Em Dm
Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy (Chingy)
Dm Em Em Dm
Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty (fifty)
Dm Em Em Dm
Please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me (21)
Dm Em Em Dm
Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties
Dm Em Em Dm
$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
Dm Em Em Dm
Bitch, be careful when you dumpin' your ashes (bitch)
Dm Em Em Dm
I ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action (nah)
Dm Em Em Dm
The skreets raised me, I'm a whole bastard (wild, wild, wild, wild)
Dm Em Em Dm
I bought a 'Rari just so I can go faster (skrrt)
Dm Em Em Dm
Niggas tryna copy me, they playin' catch up (21)
Dm Em Em Dm
I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper (21)
Dm Em Em Dm
I been smoking gas and I got no asthma

[Chorus]
Dm          Em
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah (On God)
Em                      Dm
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
Dm                Em
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
Em                         Dm
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
Dm                       Em
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
Dm                            Em
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
Dm               Em
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 Shooter's ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Em                        Dm
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Dm                          Em
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Em                             Dm
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Dm                       Em
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Dm                      Em
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

[Verse 2]
Dm        Em                Em        Dm
Yeah dog I'm for real, dog (21)
Dm Em Em Dm
Straight up out the 6, now got a house in the Hills, dog (21)
Dm Em Em Dm
Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Dm Em Em Dm
Wanna tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Dm Em Em Dm
Killed dog, I'm a real dog, you a lil' dog (21)
Dm Em Em Dm
Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasing mil's, dog
Dm Em Em Dm
Dunk right in your bitch like O'Neal, dog
Dm Em Em Dm
I shoot like Reggie Mill', dog (21)
Chopper sting you like a eel, dog

[Kembali ke Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Dm                 Em                 Em Dm
Roulette clips, send a roulette hit
Dm Em Em Dm
Pull up on your bitch, she say that I got that ruler dick
Dm Em Em Dm
Spray your block down, we not really with that ruh-rah shit
Dm Em Em Dm
Glock cocked now, I don't really give no fuck 'bout who I hit
Dm Em Em Dm
Yeah, your bitch, she get jiggy with me
Keep that Siggy with me
Dm Em Em Dm
Bitch, I'm Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with me
Dm Em Em Dm
Keep a mad mag in case a nigga wanna get busy with me
Dm Em Em Dm
'Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with me

[Kembal ke Chorus]

[Outro]
Dm        Em
$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
Em                  Dm
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin' your ashes (bitch)
Dm                         Em
I ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action (nah)
Em                              Dm
The skreets raised me, I'm a whole bastard