Bank of America, Bank of America
Bank of America, Bank of America
500 K off a jug that I’m stealing
Bank of America, Bank of America

Bank of America, Bank of America
Bank of America, Bank of America
Hundred band jug, hundred band jug
Hundred band jug, walking hundred band jug

I’m way sitting up in your area
I’m on a brick, nigga, meet me at the Bank of America
All the girls just keep staring, pour up
I got money everywhere
I add cash on my schedule, I get guap on the regular
Soulja Boy tell ‘em, man, how do you woo
Get plenty of cash and revenue who
Walk inside the club, man, I’m getting head inside that bathroom
Soulja Boy, tell ‘em I’m flexin’
Pull up, go out, on that be flexin’
24 karat my lens, they ain’t gonna Gucci my tennis
Damn Burbery my rims, breaking the fields, I do this for real
Boys, my lean, my fam, …in my ear
My diamonds, they look crystal clear
Soulja Boy, tell ‘em I do it for real
Riding in a foreign with real, the others inside you see steering wheel
Medusa my chandelier, the others inside you see steering wheel
I’m riding and gripping the wheel
Off of a pill, I’m 34 mill
Me keep the ice on my ear
Ice in my ear, designer, designer
Your diamond front shining, then how you can’t find her?
How you can’t find her? Your hoe, you can’t find her

Bank of America, Bank of America
Bank of America, Bank of America
Bank of America, Bank of America
Bank of America, Bank of America

Cuevo
You already know I’m a walking bank, nigga
I’m pulling up in the Ferrari, the Audi, Bugatti
Got biggie Versace my shades and I can’t see nobody
Young rich nigga and I feel took my bitch and I bought an island
Put the birds in there over that me, son and they got molly
Bank of America, my money she say that it’s scaring her
Taking trips to Mexico, my plug is Eddy Guerrero
Blunt is fed a burrito, call, take all for the kilo
Call Lil Soulja for the pesos
Young Cuevo got white like mayo
The Jackson, Benjamin Franklin
Got money like Bank of America
I’m laughing at you, it’s hysterical
Let me get toolie, I want the vegetables
Hundred band truth I want hundred
I’m taking the truth out the country
Then nigga, I heard you was plotting
From Houston but I keep the watch
Them birds, you know that they mocking
Let go, you know that copping my ball
Fresh holes, our parents is dropping
Catch up on the block, the feds is watching
Call off my nigga, they hit you, don’t keep it
My nigga the bullet gonna kiss you
I’m killing these niggas
You niggas infesting that word to my nigga gonna get you

Bank of America, Bank of America
Bank of America, Bank of America
Young rich nigga in the jump, that’s America
Bank of America, Bank of America
Young rich nigga in the jump, that’s America
Bank of America, Bank of America
Young rich nigga in the jump, that’s America
Bank of America, Bank of America
Young rich nigga from the cash out, that’s America