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Money in the bank want more money
Thumbing through a check got more coming
Money in the bank want more money
I got money in the bank but i want
Tool
I'm real nigga, you so full
World tours, and you local
All you say this shit on the menu
Give me large fries and I’ll be cool
Put your hands down by
Bank rolls till the bank
Close aye bank rolls i don't
Date hoes i just face hoes
Count bank rolls
Send a couple shots
Send a couple shots
Now the case
bank and thank 'em, hit me on the page, what
Intoxicated and I'm faded by you honey, why
We finally made it, got to lovin' money, seeds and shine
bank and thank 'em, hit me on the page, what
Intoxicated and I'm faded by you honey, why
We finally made it, got to lovin' money, seeds and shine
the sauce
Chef Curry with the pot boy
I been down by one /
I been Off from the key /
I been Judged by 12
I Went down another 3 /
See That’s a mandatory
of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test
I'm rapping to the beat and me, the groove
And my friends are gonna try
To move your feet
You see I am
in motion
I go tell Jay go get the racks out the bank
Nigga won't play he get shot in his face
Do me a hit and slide off in a Wraith
I get away
left, I see bad hoes on my right
And they like shots, shots, shots, shots
Loso bring a box Cîroc
Mac gonna bring some OG and we gonna party, la-di-da
Four more shots got the Julio and lemon
Three more shots I'ma be right on my level
Two more shots we gon take this one together
Knock it back one
on a hundred, bout to make a hundred more
Want no problems with a G, nigga, I fuck yo bitch for free
Got her busting wide open, got her rolling up my weed
your bluff like you had a phone number
Who want to see Canibus get wild, who want to act fly and
Get shot down with a surface-to-air missile
I take em
ass by a rope
Holographic sight see your ass through the scope
Im on my COD MW3 Shit
But this ain't a xbox you might really get hit
I ain't coppin no
gun pop
Loving on me nonstop
Winning by a long shot
It's more than just an interlude
And this another magnitude
Can never get it misconstrued
No need
No more pain No more struggle
No more kids getting shot in the jungle
No more pain No more Struggle
No I can't take no I can't take no more
No more
fantasies that humankind writes
A dissipating glow leaves me in a daze, see I yell, Daisy! and stare in amazement
I heard a shot, is everything okay
It
the plan is
We going to rob them one
By one, humiliate them enough to
Make them lose credibility, feel me?
Yeah, I feel ya
Good, now see that ho over there
the bank
I make that lil' money look less than you think
Yeah you think you got more, ain't as much as you think
When you see than I am everything that
about you
Let's go
One shot
Two shot
Three shot
Four
Take the bottle to the head and one fucking more
One shot
Two shot
Three shot
Four
Take
it lil nigga then die by the gun
See whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
So how the fuck you gon win lil nigga when I already won
Made it out the trailer, then I made a vow to cater to no one
So hate, I've gained about the same amount that's in my bank account
So here's some more
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
just what a woman need
Keep a big bank roll and a bag of weed
When it's time to go down they ain't scared to freak, shit
(That's what I'm looking for)
the club, Myx Moscato
I got a big fat ass, big dicks follow
Hit them with the back shots, hit them with the ass shots
Take them to the bank then I hit them
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