Lyrics:
card gotta bank on me
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Uh, feeling so good, all the
Way out the hood
Now I gotta view that can see the whole city
Swear momma
Meet me by the one that starts a G up
This way no fraud Willie's present gambling they re-up
And we can have a pleasant time, sipping margaritas
that, I preach it, my nine reaches
the prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shit
Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches
Smack ya cabbage,
Overworked, underpaid, was a fact for me
But I had to get the money right
Cause the money was tighter than a skirt on a hooker
Then I took a look around
Seen my
Mo' money in my piggy bank then you got in yo real bank
I hustle, yeah I hustle
Man I hustle, gotta hustle
You can't take me out the game cause I
drink and smoke marijuana, want us to change our ways? Uh-huh
You see this game we play come from uncles that raised me in Compton
Ask me what I have
up by the bundles
Cause N**** always want something, don't it
I got the drip no pond on me
Pockets swoll up like sponges
Big bank roll, throw ones
She
a muthfucka think
Cuz me I'm whistling all the way to the bank like
Where the teller at I'm tryin to get my money
All the all the way way to the bank
I need all
money in the bank (yea)
Shawty what you drank (crank it, ay)
Two step with me, let me show you how it goes
The Murcielago, lemme show you how it roll
I gotta hold it down til the very end
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Just by looking at me they know what I came for
My family got my back
Brought a nigga right
watching my every move
Preying on my downfall, waiting on me to lose
But still I rise call me Tazzy Angelou
Willie bank$$$ said go hard so that's what Ima do
said was bad decisions
Walk up in the bank still reminiscing bout the past days
Branch manager come out and greet me by my last name
I8 goin' 120 in
Is that right?
[James A. Smith]
Yeah, it upsets me to hear a World Class Wreckin' Crew
"Homosexual" disrespect some real soldiers
[Too Black
to smithereens
And if I fall you know they didn't pimp me
Cause the banana clip will be empty
You say: Willie, clean up your act
And maybe you can sell more
a dollar" (I'm like)
I'm too rich, Valentino my collar (I'm like )
Thick bitch can't take this, she holler (I'm like)
A trip by the jeweler, she way too
dem bands
I'm bout to give a hundred a thousand
Call me the man
Rubberband, yeah
I saw you thru that glass
The way you shake that ass
You had a nigga
Um actin' like a tiger
20 bails and show yo nigga 850 an hour
Gucci mane and willie kid you silly bitch
Da stupidest
Critics try to rate dis shit
the stomach
He acting' like he want it, I'm show a nigga somethin'
Somebody finna to have put ?
I don't tolerate suckas who be trying me
Take a special kind
the bank
I walk in the bank with a check up on me
Got that thang up on me so don't check me homie
Doing daily deposit all by my lonely
And if you want some
mass amounts and Swiss bank accounts
With the sustainer, it'll be real
So me and my brothas, we can sit down and build
Like Rampage with that last boy
gangsta'd up cuz it just lives in me
And when I seen enuff I guess dats when I'll free sumbody
Once said from willie c. nigga dont speek on me
I wont stop
gangsta'd up cuz it just lives in me
And when I seen enuff I guess dats when I'll free sumbody
Once said from willie c. nigga dont speek on me
I wont stop
evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock can I do my
evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock can I do my
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