Verse: If bitches act awk and are extra like a guac , I’ll just fly south like a hawk, you won’t hear a peep nor a squawk, b/c you’ll be off of my radar, and I’ll be laughing it off like Bill Hader, just for them being such haters , and for acting so petty, you bitches worth not a thing, not a penny. ok, clearly I’ve stooped to your level, but you should know that I’m money, hence why I was named after a bank, so let me just cut to the me, and chase what matters most which is me, but I doubt that you’d catch me , I run non stop like I’m gump, so it’s my kicks that are pumped, I told you right from the jump, street 21, yeah bitches were over and done, I’m already onto the next hill like Jonah, and to think you could’ve been the coke to my cola, but now it’s hasta luego, and I hope you bitches step your foot on a lego. This that don’t get bitter get even, this that even my Steven, and this that you have yourselves a mediocre ass evening. Verse: Chorus: So I’m flying away, soaring high, No time for your games, no alibi, Laughing it off, I’m living free, You’re off my radar, can’t you see? Money on my mind, I’m chasing dreams, Running wild, breaking all the seams, No loaner here, it’s all mine to own, so I’ll drive this ride until I’m dead and bones.