Break the Bank

  • Fuck rap, I've been rich, crack by my stick shift
    Oxy like concerts, always my bread first
    GetMine my nickname, O-X and cocaine
    Nina my new thing, blew up before fame
    Heart filled with octane, fire in my soul
    Burn through my shoestring, came up from boosting
    Du-rags and flatlines, drive-by's at bedtime
    Get down, I earn mine, so one loss they can't sign
    Thank God that I'm straight, no wonder my mom prayed
    Lost one of my cuzzos, cursed from them devils
    Good weed and me time, goodbye to Nissan
    'Cause one day this rappin' gon' pay

    So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind
    Niggas talkin' 'bout, soundin' like la-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do
    Now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind
    Niggas talkin' 'bout, soundin' like la-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do
    La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do
    La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do, niggas talkin' 'bout
    La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do
    La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do, now we 'bout to break the bank

    My time to show out, finally the illest Crip
    And I guarantee, I spit harder than concrete
    Surprised I got teeth, my lungs inhale keef
    Peyote with THC, swinging for the fence
    I hope I make it out the park, where the baseheads slide
    After dark, where the bangers get caught
    Hid the gun in the trees, arrest me by the court
    I just wanna smoke weed and sip lean by the quart, for real
    Good weed, I hit that, crack rock, I sold that
    Oxy, I hid that, right by my nutsack
    Fuck pigs, I bust back, learned that from Deuce rap
    Peanut and B-loon, had gats before racks
    Way 'fore I found rap, bitch I had them things wrapped
    Astro on my cap, this shot ain't no phone app
    Chucks on my young heel, make sure that my sag ill
    Learn my set trip grill, trade in my big wheel
    Good grades and skipped school, this life gon' catch up soon
    Sure 'nough that shit did, 20 year old kid
    Got off my behind, write me some sweet lines
    'Cause one day my story gon' pay

    So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind
    Niggas talkin' 'bout, soundin' like la-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do
    Now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind
    Niggas talkin' 'bout, soundin' like la-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do
    La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do
    La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do, niggas talkin' 'bout
    La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do
    La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do, now we 'bout to break the bank

    Your bitch wanted cash, get her, know I'm around boy
    Tell Kendrick move from the throne, I came for it
    I hope this fucking hit arrange for it, cause Goddamn

    What you talkin' 'bout if it ain't 'bout the money?
    Neck full of gold, I'm attracted to the honey
    Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money
    On Figueroa, close your eyes, might need ya mommy

    Fuck rap, my shit real, came up off them pills
    Hustle for my meal, grindin' for my deal
    Love how I'm doing, long way from grooving
    Bitch call me 2 Chainz, units be moving
    Go hard for my Joy, so she don't need no boy
    Smile stay on her face, big room with her own space
    Up all night, the hard way, don't care if it take all day
    I let y'all fucks parlay, you wonder why I'm straight
    New shoes and sick clothes, bitches be front row
    Bow down her tempo, I don't know her info
    Threw up my peace sign, go rare with mignon
    'Cause one day this rappin' gon' pay

    So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind
    Niggas talkin' 'bout, soundin' like la-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do
    Now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind
    Niggas talkin' 'bout, soundin' like la-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do
    La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do
    La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do, niggas talkin' 'bout
    La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do
    La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do, now we 'bout to break the bank

    What you talkin' 'bout if it ain't 'bout the money?
    Neck full of gold, I'm attracted to the honey
    Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money
    On Figueroa, close your eyes, might need ya mommy Writer/s: ALAN MAMAN, PHILIP STUART RYAN, QUINCEY MATTHEW HANLEY, QUINCY MATTHEW HANLEY
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management, Royalty Network
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