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King LilThrilla nigga don't fuck Around
Money in the bank, don't make no mistake I'm up in this bitch trying to rock the whole state,
I ain't got time

Malibu on my yacht (twenty-five hoes)
I got twenty-five M's in the bank, no cap, no lie (yes sir) (twenty-five)

Run up an M, ain't trickin' (run it up)

grapes, I'm breaking fine wines
Me i'm sky high, my bitch down to earth
Money in the bank, weed roller in her purse
And i ain't slacking on the job, my dawg

Ayy (huhuh) ayy, ayy (back in)
Ayy

Back in the bank back to me handling cake
Mac just got back to the states
With Nike and Bape came up on rank
No

DJ PUNisha

I been waisting too much time
I gotta go increase the grind
I gotta go increase the numbers in my bank account, to live a better life
I

If it ain't bank, motherfucker, it don't bank
Said she ain't used to shit, last nigga just beat her
Insecure about that goofy shit I just treat her

shit
This that category 5, this that quake, bitch
See I'm so funked out, like out of here
Like blue lights in the basement
And it's a red state, in

cnd every hit that I made,
I'd have more green than Michigan State,
Way too much to fit in my safe,
Way too much to give to my bank,
cll that struggling

there in DC where they're sent
They must be citizens, of age, and live where they represent

The Senate's hundred senators, from each state, two
Also

sold every narcotic,
These niggas want smoke,
Until they get litt up, I done been state,
Should’ve went federal , for toting them things, these niggas

want beef with us, we causin' havoc
Chillin' in Miami, fast cars, mansions
Guns in every state, we got ARs, handguns
Money from every bank, we got

so she stuffin' it all in,
Right when I nut, then we both gotta' dip,
Don't forget nothin we gon' hit a lick,
Before I leave the state, I gotta make

magic number
To build up in my bank, when done for peaceful slumber
No more encumbered, pushing rocks up a hill
I will tread on the grass, not run

another city, state, another mill to make

[Chorus]

honest I ain't feelin' like that, man I just really like rap
Y'all lucky, trust me
I'm opposite the hands of Sandusky
With the shit that my pen state,

I ain't got time left to waste 
Flow state, flow state 
 
Flow state 
Now I aim to feel great 
Had to wipe a clean slate 
Build up on my skill traits

*Humms* 

Verse 1 
Yea, 
Show me to the safe, I need all the bank, 
Wrong side of town, First 48, 
Trap house jumping, How can I escape, awww. 
Dead

3 Headed Snake

Young Thug

Drip or Drown 2

2019

got measles, shit
I fucked up the bank, bought a rose gold shank, yeah
No realer than this
Dunk with the assist, we hit us a lick (lick)
Slime in

the window , let you have it
I'm going state to state, load it up, I'ma trapper

If I get down bad, I'ma turn into a jacker
I ain't thinkin' bout

to your head and let the whole clip spray
Why you talking big when you don't got no funds
Hit the bank, made deposits wallet way a ton
I came through

(Yeah)
(Hade)
(NBA)
Wear 45 like Donovan Mitc(Donovan Mitc)
Number 23 when I play for the chips(Bullshit)
Shooting star from the golden state

outside, you're just a bum
And you be begging it
Brought her round my friend, she was bi
Now they mingling
I was out of state, now I'm back
And I'm better

barclays bank, del monte,
john west, rio tinto zinc,
marconi, tescos - and the list goes on.
these are the people whose money keeps botha's government
in

my eyes closed, walking with faith
Show me loyalty and you could not be replaced
I need a Millie in the bank, just for poverty sake
Slide thru my hood