money, your house and nothing's ever the same So don't bank-bank on a bank Don't bank on a bank Don't bank-bank on a bank To rip you off and give you
I'm in a place you can't really be I'm in a space Called a zone And when you inside you just kinda know And you don't stop 'Cause you just float And if you will then I know you don't
ain't with it I don't need D's on me, I'm already dodgin Feds When the shots from the revolver spread Duck, I don't discriminate, leave CEO's and artists
Mr. Mcvay But they don't give me a lane If they don't I got my three ponit range Anit nobody got to cheer for me mayne Don't go no where cause after the
S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S Where you can get good weed good drank, or even get put to rest Down here we rep the Screwed Up Click, or rep the Swishahouse And we don't
shit sliced, yea I hope the fifth tight We tryna party, lil homie don't mess up this night It's a D.T.P. thang, wall-to-wall, it's hype Me, Luda, and
we startin' wit dykes Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand if you holdin' that bank I got the game on lock, you barely a holdin' tank Get drunk, get to shootin
d don't sweat us in a bag a rice Let's ride O T And burn the tape I got this bad mommy, her mouth's a sperm bank Since Yayo be a fearless man I donate
to avoid a vaginal disorder I'm a savage on your daughter She ain't in the college dorm Then I guess I'm squirtin' on the cabin that you bought her I'm a
and Banks was puttin out classics, A hundred shots, a hundred clips, y'all ready to die, Fat Joe ain't a gangsta, he scared to fly, Automatic mossberg, who want a
the toster, poppin off, I brouch you On that bullshit, I flip quick! - Let off of a full clip. It's the no one, when they saw 'em. [gunshot] - I don't give a
don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt don't ever let a nigga tell you play the bar hard trust in god it cause you're about to catch a bullet
it like a muhfuckin castro rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll [Chorus: T-Pain] I'll tell ya one thang don't play about mine I be bangin on
it like a muhfuckin castro Rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll [Chorus: T-Pain] One thing about me I don't play about mine I be bangin on your
I'm just a nigga with a whole lot-a-money Bitch I'm a stunna, rap hunna (Yeah) Is a mobeek (yeah)with the money and power Nigga we don't move hoes,
back Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch Sue these stupid muthafuckas Don't
hustlas Puff, puff puff to the brain shot Love P.O.D.ed and tweeded, gotta get another case for my trunk Old English, really don't need it, but in case
m smokin I'm workin, and I'm hurtin, hurtin Reefer, reefer, reefer, yes, me P.O.D.d-ah D.d-ah Past overdose comatose, see a see a bunch of sticky creeper