Lyrics:
on the way to the bank
Run it up, on the way to the top
Say she wanna give me brain but I can't even think
By myself yeah it tend to get lonely
All that love
well come and show me
And don't be lying, these bullets ballin' like Kobe
You say you bought that action, so what you tryna do
You brought a ghost, I
my baby comes out to play yeah
Gotta show her everything that I got her
Pit stop to Sephora, gotta give her what she wanted like
You tell me anything
My neighbours wanna sleep in peace
Landlady's all about her peas
Cuz on the phone calling me money tree
But my bank balance's giving me fits
My
in, niggas clout chasin', tryna find a way to fit in
Say they in that field, but them niggas really, Willie Beamen, cause I'm havin' motion, shorty
keep me up there
Way up in the sky
Know I have no cares
See my flying in the night
Cause I wanna see you
Super fans what it do
At my show sold out
Gotta
hopping from bank to bank.
Well, the bullfrog looked up and saw the farmer and decided to show off.
He took an extra special big hop - z-z-z-z-tt!
Love the master, but hate his own
Willie Lynch syndrome
You read the letter
On the banks of James River
Foolproof method
Controling niggas
Dark skin
(Willie D)
Don't say I didn't warn ya
About playin' them hoe games
Like callin' me out on my name
Some a y'all are still gonna try to show off
niggaz that got locked up and deported
And now they gotta go back home
[Chorus]
[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
Don't confuse me with the suckers
'Cause when I
in the S-L-K
I roll up the window, so the 'doo won't sway
Spray my hairspray so the waves obey
So when I say stay, them bitches stay
Oh, by the way
that I live in it was labeled as a trap
From Dayton all the way to LA you can ask my nigga Willie
Ran up 50 in yo city I can eye I don't need a scaley
news media, the politically correct and the enemy of the people, who not surprisingly hates the show in general and me in particular, by once again tell
Show me the bag on a regular basis
Sipping some whiskey without an occasion
Obsessed with the bag dawg I'm very ambitious
Show me the bag when I pull
your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
outside the club
I'm the hustle poster child
I Walk up to bank tellers
Then I pull my pistols out
Got so much jewelry security gon' have to search me
want some
Made me some riches but started with crumbs
You niggas just in the way
I'm young and having my way
No this not the way I was raised
But I
forty on
These niggas leeches
I got two kids and they need me
Used to wanna be like Willie Beamon
Used to fuck the shit out lil Christina, yeah, I did
Touring, the children, women, sexual resistance
Religion means so much to me, the church don't see enough of me
This way, that way, bending corners trying
Man you just turned a thug today
Most of these niggas they cap when rapping
They just bought a gun today
I might smoke me a lung today
If he flex
on a video, cheesin and shit
J ain't shorted me a dime if he owe you bucks
The way I see you a bitch and you deserve to be fucked
Willie D is the nigga that'll
dem
Omo make we ike lebe lomo
Ike ike lebe lomo
Make we show dem Show dem
Show dem Show dem Show dem
Show dem
Baby take me take control
See the way you
You don't know about it so don't even talk about it
Would show 'em the way but no I can't, these niggas wildin'
Ran it up like Nicki, so high I'm
too fat
Destroying one another with heavy metal gats
Martin Luther wouldn't wanted it this way
Malcolm X saying violence on ourselves is far from
Discuss these show me the way by willie banks Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In