Bank Account
21 Savage Lyrics


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

I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M's in my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)

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

I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M's in my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)

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

I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M's in my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)

Seventy-five hunnid on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin' your ashes (bitch)




I ain't no sucker, I ain't cut for no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I'm a ho bastard

Overall Meaning

In "Bank Account," 21 Savage flexes about his hip-hop lifestyle and experiences, counting his wealth, his bling, his expensive clothes, and his harem of women. The first verse starts with 21 going above and beyond to please his women by getting them new cars and going to the mall to buy them anything they want. He talks about leveling up in life so much that people cannot even relate to him anymore. He brags about his weapons and their monstrous nature, and the way his jewelry shines so brightly that it is visible to all. He drops references to fashion brands and his success at Neiman Marcus. In the second verse, 21 Savage is much more aggressive and boasts about his hardened streets background, his murder rates, and his ability to gun down anyone who crosses him. He insults other men who try to be him, saying that they are "lil dogs" compared to him.


The song is characterized by word repetition and sporadic exclamations of "Oh God" while the trap beat pounds in the background. 21 Savage's growl-like delivery somehow blends with the bells and synths to make a song with a haunting effect. The song has grown in popularity and been featured on charts and sports events since it was released in 2017.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Coleridge Taylor Perkinson, Leland Tyler Wayne, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph

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@Dennis_Boston

I just randomly remembered this song, that's why I'm here

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I always just heard this song on my ipod and been wondering what the video was like.thats why im here

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@pick1played07

Thought 21 Savage was a bro, but he was a bruv all this time

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A Collingwood Fan Base he still a black man at the end of the day. An we still fuck With him👌

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