Lyrics:
for some dank
We should start our own bank
Hook up with the Nation
Dont tell us that we cant
Ima start my own bank
Eyes on some change
Cmon really what
different
Can't change the pass
So I had to write a new description
I gave this music everything
I just want you to listen
Cuz this the realist shit I ever
I can't make a change if I'm never gonna want to
Baby, I thought that I loved you
Thought we had time, but I'm all out
Lost in my head, so I crawled
'll probably never change the way
I feel about you the feelings that I have
They'll probably never change
I just ignore the things that
They be saying 'bout you
on you
Nigga tell me what you do
Would you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga?
I got a hundred things to do
And I can stop rappin' but I can't
da static we been buying every Glock
Yea lil Kd n lil cj Dey done switch da red dot
Yea lil bitch I'm posted wit da gang
Naw we won't never change
Rock, ha
You can't fuck wit me
(Can't fuck with me)
I don't care about your imagery
(Fuck, nigga)
Give a fuck who you claim to be
(Fucker, c'mon)
featuring Ron Banks (from The Dramatics)
[WC]
Nineteen-ninety-eight, damn I can't believe it
Whoever thought, throughout the drama,
on dank Dollar signs In my bank
Fuck it I’m cashing out
Fuck did you think
Purple cup in my drank I hope I don’t crash it out
Never gon change Meezzo gone
I like my oldschool drank
I like my candy paint
I like to hit on 3
We floating to the fucking bank
I like my oldschool drank
Sitting around candy
I see lots going on right now
I see things change
Yet 10 toes I'm here
I see lots going on right now
I see things change
I wish I would of seen
By the way I'm on my way to make some fuckin bank roll
If you actin funny there is certain things I can't control
Think it's funny, thinking I can't
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh
[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock can I do my
evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock can I do my
and the eighth, and the ninth
We can't go back right now cause
This is our time to change our lives yeah
Hustle hard for the one time
Hustle hard for the two time
to the bank with the flows
Straight to bank after shows
Straight to the bank with clothes
I hit that shit right on the nose
Ain't too much that I can't do
Did
when you're feeling
Things you shouldn't feel?
Oh, I wish this could be real
Ain't it funny how a moment
Could just change your life (Oh)
And you don't
grows in Pennsylvania
I know she's from Jersey
These are the slavery chords I was taught by my grandmother
The things she whispered in my ear
She taught
Yeah
And were still with the goons over here
I told you im all in baby I meant it
But I still got things I can't share
Pain from my heart indulging
Yeah, look, As I'm living through this life a nigga really can't be nonchalant
Doing so will compromise my life, and things I want
Can't imagine
sign a thing,
Said they had some paper coming all a sudden some shit change,
I remember being broke and not a dollar to my name,
Got a job and bought
Back then niggas use to fight you ain't need a strap
Homicides weren't even a thing they were far in between
I'm traumatized from my losses it be hard
Willie's
I'm gettin' flyer than the Eagle, bitch ain't no Philly
So many K's in the car, bitch I'm not Billy
Give a fuck about the speed, this cup not
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