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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yella Beezy
Yella Beezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Krishon Gaines
Krishon Gaines
Songwriter
Markies Conway
Markies Conway
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Krishon Gaines
Krishon Gaines
Producer
Justin “JT” Turner
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayo, Bandplay)
[Instrumental]
(Band)
[Chorus]
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm laughin' to the bank on 'em
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm laughin' to the bank on 'em
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm laughin' to the bank on 'em
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm movin' up the rank on 'em
[Verse 1]
Shout out my bank teller, say that my lil' bank teller, that my best friend
I ain't even gotta tell 'em, when they see this Gucci sweater, know them checks in
Lil' bitch feel like Ashley Banks, I'm a Fresh Prince, walk in with these fresh prints
Got all these folks neck spint
Young **** wrote all five mil' off my checklist
If a **** come and try to fuck with my gang, ****, that's a death wish
I don't think that I'm bad, but I'm one them **** you don't wanna mess with
Baby mama all on my side, yeah, I'm the type of **** she'll flex with
Old hoes out here mad because I'm out here turnin' up with my next bitch
Lame brains actin' like they tough, but these **** really zesty
Told my bitch don't tell my business, 'cause these hoes really messy
Fake page playin' on my phone, sayin' all my old hoes miss me
Pussy bitch, I ain't in your business, you know where you can catch me?
[Chorus]
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm laughin' to the bank on 'em
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm laughin' to the bank on 'em
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm laughin' to the bank on 'em
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm movin' up the rank on 'em
[Verse 2]
Been in my bag, bitch, I been grindin'
Bitch on my sack, so a **** been smilin'
Ain't worried 'bout these lil' bitty bitches that's childish
I'll probably be countin' this paper for hours
First, you get the money, then you get power
I dig in your bitch and I make her scream louder
Lil' baby a wetty, she wet like a shower
Give her a Perc' and the head, she devour
Bitch, I been chillin', countin' up millions
Thumbin' through bands in the back of a Bentley
I don't do notes, no, this not a rental
Chopper hit notes just like The Spinners
We might go hit up STK for dinner
All of these C-notes, you think that I print 'em
All of these ****, I do not feel 'em
I do not trust 'em when they say they killers
My bitch got a BBL and some lip fillers
I can't wait 'til I go home and go kiss her
I'ma go hit her, bitch, I'm official
Can't put more money, then I'ma go blitz 'em
My bitch got a bag, yeah, I gotta bless her
Call up my jeweler, we got matching Richards
Giving out shots, ain't talkin' 'bout liquor
Put that bitch-ass **** out on a picture (****)
[Chorus]
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm laughin' to the bank on 'em
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm laughin' to the bank on 'em
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm laughin' to the bank on 'em
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm movin' up the rank on 'em
Written by: Krishon Gaines, Markies Conway
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