Cali Joe - Bank Accounts Lyrics

Ya' Know
I'm
Just Trying to talk NicE Tew You
Is there Anything wrong with THat

I didn't Think So...

She text me what you doing
I say doing You
Be ready seven pm
Daddy coming through
Cherié the Total Package
You know I Care
A hole ozone blown
Clear the air
Dick off in Her monkey
Finger in Her ass
Dive a little deeper 'til I hear a splash
'Course I bit Her apple
She a teacher's pet
She bustin' five
Four I even finish yet
Catch the first thing smoking
Lit a cigarette
Dick is thick as train smoke is
But I'm 'finna jet
Paper airplanes
Metal chariot
Whipping all these horses
Need a lariat
Thanks Harriett
Twelve different pistons
And a bunch 'a bad knockouts, Sonny Liston
Sweet talk a freak, tell her Honey listen
Daddy stay fresher than a cup of Listerine

Bank Accounts
The most Exotic Coasts
Don't really need a scaleWe just do The Most
Get a Mil'
Better feed ya Folks
Dark Hearts turn Pale when They See the Ghost
Throwing Elbows
Coast to coast
It's Ludacris Bo' We came from broke
Fix a Meal
Better feed ya Folks
Dark hearts turn pale when they see a Ghost

In the clay, gettin' to the digging
Papa got a brand new pack of chicken
F*ck up a whole pot
A set will eat it's own
Oh I'm wrong
Then why is Nipsey gone?
Disrespectin' Pac in ya' f*cking song!
See him through the rearview
With no Glasses on
Hind sight, it was not a proper pot to piss in
Now with twenty windows 20/20 vision
Rob Him like a base
Ricky Henderson
Spread the Word Benny Hinn
Why you hindering
Like who you @ and why mention Him
If It's getting scary
Call it Insta-Grim
If it's hairy, got my Henry then
Cutting shit down, instant groom and trim
Cut the shit out, SToP your kappin' then
Chopper take a knee now call It Kapernick

Bank Accounts
The most Exotic Coasts
Don't really need a scaleWe just do The Most
Get a Mil'
Better feed ya Folks
Dark Hearts turn Pale when They See the Ghost
Throwing Elbows
Coast to coast
It's Ludacris Bo' We came from broke
Fix a Meal
Better feed ya Folks
Dark hearts turn pale when they see a Ghost

I run the game I was a crack-lete
Collabo on a sprinter like a track meet
That's a Cali feature, with a semi auto
She sing bravado, but her voice is hollow
Underground King, here and gone tomorrow
Either red or blue
Either hard to swallow
My Lady AsS fatter than a pack a Tallow
My old Money GreeNer than a avocado
I don't call it guap G
I call it Guac
I don't call the cops see
I call the shots
Retired gang Banger
Since the Age of
Sixteen, seen the other angles
So don't make me get the stainless
Twenty twos Lurch on you
Like "You Rang Us?"
Not all my Munsters in the cages
A Bunch of Wild Youngsters
Couldn't tame us

Bank Accounts
The most Exotic Coasts
Don't really need a scaleWe just do The Most
Get a Mil'
Better feed ya Folks
Dark Hearts turn Pale when They See the Ghost