Lyrics:
about a God damn Grammy?
Yo, Flav, I give a fuck about a God damn Grammy
But them motherfuckin hoes won't hand me one
At least you was invited by
people will be heard.
[Willie the Kid]
Show you what the soldiers see:
Embassy, Diplomacy,
Since seen infantry,
Shootin' at the cobra fleet.
Deploy
the west coast all the way up to New York
My yunk is for the Lord
I don't have to use my sword
Because the anointing is here
This is God's will to take me
a-blowing
She reminds me of the charms of my dear.
Oh it's yonder my Willie will be coming
He said he'd be here in the spring
And it's down by yon green
bank
I just left the bizank
Smoking on that stizank
Swerving in a foreign, on the E-way, on that drizank
And my lil' bitch with me, she so thick,
tonight's the night I'm losin' all I'm doin', I'm about this
White cuffs, wood grain
Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank
White cuffs, wood grain
did they spy?
He led her a-little farther and
What did they spy?
But a new-dug grave, with a spade lying by
"Oh Willie, oh Willie
I'm afraid of your
address
I'ma put it down like max suppress
What we got to lose? Nothin' less
Asphalt cowboy tatted on my chest
Underest' me by the way I dress
What do I
take sum from me
Brought that choppa to my show
I made the news, ain’t shit to prove
Nigga know I ain’t no hoe
Lose your life behind these
Jewels, raise
sellin' arms is what has rocks in my socks
If you can show me the money, here's the keys to the lock
Now, yeah, you know the streets is my territory
devils
Good weed and me time, goodbye to Nissan
'Cause one day this rappin' gon' pay
So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind
Niggas
but ya spirits live through me
We up next
Willie Bank$$$ I got us bro
I'm Haterproof
So tell me what they hating for
North Vallejo Born
But West Vallejo
in, said she's lovin the show
Started askin me to dance, I was tellin her noooooooo!
[Chorus]
[Willie D]
Walk through the do' and the DJ announce
Stop
they ass
They ain't coming close too
All the shit that I done did
I don't play wit nobody else kids
Tell 'em get the fuck from round me
Big Bank
Big bank
when you're gettin' unscrewed, Ooo
Show me somethin' I can hold on to
I'll know it's real by the way that you move, Ooo
Hurt me and I'ma run up on you
Suicide doors
Convertible love
Low profile
High gloss paint
Make love to the
Hustle
Big bank
Lil bank
Mind over
Matter baby
Tell me
What you
Thank
around
We'd always stop by Willie's house and say
'Do y'all need anything from town?'
He'd say 'No, but why don't cha all stop on your way back through
ghetto platinum *honkey* rippin it
Take that to the bank get a deposit slip and fill it out
For a hundred thou, turn around and shove it in yo mouth
Do
I got dollars in the bank
Ok and cash in the bank
My negga you don't wanna see me
Na you don't want to see me
My negga you don't want to see me
Oh nah
I'll take it straight to the
Bank
Bank
Bank
Yeah
Aye stick to the code
I know that God really got me fasho
Rich in the spirit keep prayin' it shows
came around
We'd always stop by Willie's house and say
'Do y'all need anything from town?'
He'd say 'No, but why don't cha all stop on your way back
you get no more compliments
Stacks in the bank and im facing no consequence
Tabs to the face my girl squirt like a condiment
Said you was great but you
"Yeah"
I flex my ends into my Benz and let God be the witness
Ooh, I'm finna teach you how the body slam, let me show you
But steppin' to my ball I
the way you wear that ass, show me what it’s all about
It don’t matter the amount, put them ends in your account
Yeah you’re all about them digits and you
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