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[{DJ Whoo Kid}:] |
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{HOTROD! } {*echoes}* |
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[Intro:] |
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The name's Bank$! (Uh!) |
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The "Boywonder" man... (uh-huh!) |
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Stack and a rubber band... (yeah!) {MO MONEY... } |
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Gat in the other hand! (yeah!) [gun cocks] {PART 4! } |
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[Verse:] |
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These lil' niggas don't move me - go watch a movie! |
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I'm too smooth - white Prada-shoes with the Dooey. (whooo!) |
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I spin ya fuckin' neck when I speed the thru the ceilin' is see-thru, |
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All you top billin' off of me too. (ME TOO!) |
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You might as well give ya money to me shorty (uh!) |
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Can't dance in the strip club when your 40. (hehehe!) |
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Come here! - I show you how to get it (uh!) if you with it (uh!) |
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If you let me I can teach you how to take it to the top! (OOOOOOHH-AAAAAOOOOOOOH!) {Whooooooooo! } |
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With a bottle of Cris Lady you'll be naked on the spot. (uh!) {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! } |
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Gassed up from the conversation in the drop. (uh-huh) |
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It won't be gifts or vacation to the trops. (nah!) |
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This hard dick bubble gum - stake him in the pots! (uh!) {MY NAME IS FLOW! } |
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I got a brand new Semi out the box. |
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Just in case a nigga think he smooth enuff to sneak in. (sneak in!) |
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You'll be one eyed shorter {JUMP THAT! } from the slaughter (uh!) [gunshot] |
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And I'll be on the Yacht round water out in Florida. (uh!) {DAMN! } |
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Fuck the talkin', whassup? Ya Hammers in the truck [gun cocks] - you butt! So chill! |
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Or I'm a have to fuck - you up - for real. {HAHA! } |
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Crystal bottle in ya grill. I'll. (iiiiiiill!) |
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You'll be in ground before glass teeth and blood spill. {Whoooooooo! } |
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They all know I'm a threat hoppin' out the LAX |
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I got a bitch for every letter in the alphabet. (yeah!) {DAMN! } |
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Like Aaron and Brandy, Cary and Donna (uh-huh!) |
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Erica and Felicia I nicknamed her "Gabbana". (uh-huh!) {Whoooooooooooooo! } |
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Light skinned heather I met her around the way, (uh-huh!) |
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And there's a few names that I ain't suppose to say. (wha'?) |
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So I'm a skip to J - cause Jasmine and Jeniffer |
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Jaw bone in Jessica come runs by the messenger. (whooooo-hooowhoooooo!) {SADA POP! } |
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They all know when it come to the hoes |
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I get 'em down and they on under clothes (yeah!) - in them bundlelobes. |
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Nah, Homie! I don't need an umbrella the car come with those. (thank you!) |
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And to get one of those (wha'?) - you'll need 100 shows. |
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I'm all summer froze (froze...) - so the gun exposed. (exposed...) |
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I'll gun butt ya fucker - here's a bloody nose! [shot] {BIG LIP! } |
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Yeah! That was yo' bitch; but the dummy chose! (chose!) |
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Yeah! I'm grimy as fuck you got to love it tho. |
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Shorty caught feelings after I stroked her, so what? |
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Take a picture write a book call: "Oprah Blow Up"! |
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You'll find a icepick in a flow, |
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With a Coke colored Coupe white whip in the snow. (g'eah!) |
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Me and the bread bandin' like a pimp and a hoe, |
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Like smoker or the pipe {Whoooooooooooooo} like the Coke on the phypes. [sniffle] {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! } I don't continue nothin' I'm the stroker her on the night, (uh!) |
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On the sofa or the floor, hoe chokin' off the mic. |
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Like: "Bank$, {DAMN! } I don't usually do! (wha'?) - Well they usually do! " (yeah!) |
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And they'll all learn to like it you get used to it too. |
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Niggas stand at my chain cause it use to be blue. (uh!) |
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But I AIN'T CHANGED LIKE YOU, [gun cocks] Deuce Deuce in his shoe. (YEAH!) {"ROTTEN APPLE"! } |
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I'm on Kush Cranberry Juice goose and I'm thru. (YEAH!) |
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Then it's back to the mansion to do what I do. (uh-huh!) |
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I'm back nigga! - This is "Part 2! " |
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"The Hunger For "Mo" Money" I'm right at ya door dummy. [gunshot] |
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Koosh pops bottles up! - Nigga I'm by the buck! |
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Don't look at the Ferrari - you can't even buy the truck! {Whoooooooo! } |
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Ya boy fresh out da hood and he hot as fuck! (yeah!) |
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On a hunt for the cheese, keep ya Ricatta tucked. (tucked...) |
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They on that plottin' shit, (shit!) right in the lobby shit, |
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Run up in my yard and run around with the shoddy shit. {GOD-... ! } [gunshot] {DAMN! } |
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Family members identified in a body shit, (that's it!) |
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Cause it been so long, that John Gotti shit. (whoo! whoo!) |
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I'm in the 2-0-0 Maserati whip {Whoooooooooooooooooooo! } |
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Concrete colored McLaren - it's a hobby shit! [echoes] |
