10.Straight To The Bank
(Intro)
Hahaha...Yeah...
When I'm out in NY
Boys, Blunts And Phillies...
When I'm out in LA
Boys, wraps and switches...
Now blood walk to this
Now crip walk to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that Gangsta Shit.
Now blood walk to this
Now crip walk to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that Gangsta Shit.
(Verse 1)
I'm in my Lambo Maggot, my Fo-Fo faggot
Doors lift up I'm like Go-Go gadget
See the shit I got on, homie I'd hate too
My teflon on, boy my goverment issue
I hit your vertebrae, bullets rip through tissue
Your wife on the Futon Huggin' a Shih Tzu.
Homie you a bitch, you got Feminine Ways
Heard you got four lips, and bleed for seven days
I got four fifths, and Bananas on the K's
And got more whips, than a Runaway Slave
Me and Yayo go back, like some High Top Fades
When I made 50 mill, Em got paid
When I made 60 mill, Dre got paid
When I made 80 mill, Jimmy got paid
I ain't even got to rap, now life is made
Said I ain't even got to rap, I'm Filthy Mayne...
I'm laughing...
(Verse 2)
I keep nothin' but hundred dollar bills in the bank roll
I got the kind of money that the bank can't hold
Gottem of the street moving bundles and olds
Seven three caprice old school when I roll
Freeze pass wit the heat pass fuck the toll
No more platinum, I'm wearing gold
I'm internationally known as the kid wit the flow
That brings enough dough, it's never enough though
Shit I need more, new shit out the store
Baby blue was old, fresh off the floor
Stash box by the dash box in case they want war
Make the purple bring the green, and fuck the law
I'm oh so raw, I'm hot I'm sure
I'm like the coolest motherfucker around the globe boy
I set the club on fire, I told ya
I'm the general, who salute me soldier
I'm Laughing...
(Outro)
Now work it out now,
Shorty work it out
I wanna see you break it down
Now back it up now
You know what I'm about
It's like a bank job, I'm in and I'm out
Now work it out now,
Work it out, work it out
Now work it out now,
Work it out, work it out
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