Lyrics:
Living comfortably, I never had that luxury
Cuz I been living on the edge, like Imma free fall 100 feet
I’m plagued by anxiety, the pressure of society
heat
I don't know, get the dough, I'ma get it just for show
You think that you blow, ain't ready for the smoke
Need to see my bank got like seven, eight
the house
I'ma get some money leave the nigga in the van
Beat him to a pulp then then tie him up by feet and hands
Call the fucking cops and read them
and fed with thе same clique
The onеs who didn't help at all are still gettin' their plates dished
The game's rigged (Damn), so artists won't get the best
a dream I made them millions
I was heading to the bank
Took a brownie once
Damn man that shit really left me blank
And on God
I keep my business from you
buddy is sleeping tight
Moshpit we finna pile on
Wallet fulla green like goddamn Electrike
Milli in the bank ain't whippin', no bike
Fuckin' with gang
us
She love the way we blow up
What a day, What a day
Got racks on racks, to the bank, to the point I say
Have you ever in your life, felt so high?
My
Story of us convoluted, I gotta dilute it
Fuck where we began
Bottom line, you hurt this heart of mine
Damn, this how we end?
You needed bank and I
and lies
But however against the weather
You gon always be mine
And I'ma stretch my time we gon make thangs rite
No mo layin between tha sheets by yo self
on cruise (cruise)
The scope's on you
Damn right cocksucka the joke's on you
I'm laughin' all the way to the bank
Plus I'm blasting all the way 'til it stank,
the hotel, make a grown girl go and wait by the door (Damn)
He said he's getting money but that's more lies
'Cause his watch cost the price of my .45
the niggas that you inspired by
Come see how Play Dirty livin', we the flyest guys
We got all the hoes in the building, it's a firefight
Fuck pressure from
the helmet crushed my real desire
To be on wheels and move, move, move
Into a galaxy of summer's mould
Congratulate me when I've sold out
My bank account
jakby tu wziął botoks
Lat wiele nie grali na antenie mnie
Ty nie wiesz kim jestem
Spoko bo to podziemie wie
VNM robie to God damn it
Hejter dziś będzie
Huzzah!
Straight shots of vodka, straight shots of vodka
Slamdance with white hens from Czechoslovakia
Bank like a mobster, cutlass impostor
Shoot
joining rocks in your blocks, in candy blue toys
Talking noise, cause I ain't old enough to drank
But I got mo' cash to last, than your daddy in the bank
Some think a picture tells a 1000 words,
But a j peg shouldn't get y'all concerned
Don't judge a book by its cover is cliche
So take a look and hate,
now I spit from a coffin
and a grave is my dome
I grown by own body
from dirt and grime
it blows my damn mind
like my brain was a landmine
and I can't
the city of the mo
Man tho I'm a pisces its the tales of a scorpio
I wear Polo or maybe Isod
You pick the paradise its really by the bank wad
-Equipto
Shit
can't fuck with yo period
I can let you suck my dick tho
[Verse 1]
Bill folds of 20s
Bank rolls of 100s
Body bags of 50s
Yeah I'm out here gettin money
VIP till we die that's how we rollin'
Got money in the bank
The bling is showing, ah
Damn it's only Thursday
Take a closer look in the book this time
Read and see the pictures while you listen to the rhyme
Think about the summer when the bank got started
Bar
Damn I'm always sharp man, accurate, sharp-shooter, marksman
Running through New York air painted like Al Sharpton
And sing, my guns be black
[Chorus:]
(put em up) If you got money in the bank and your own credit cards
And a drop to sit in (let me see you put em up)
If you got a clip on your
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