Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore
Something in his arm, he pushing more and more
Big tits and a big ass
I can get straight to the cash
Make room for the groom married to his music
You missed that tearing muscles make you big
I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them
I get more from banks than aunt vivian
From the big big city nyc not a west coast potpouuri suburb
I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word
Would be pleasant if the banks didn't fuck my loans
I take tokes while you little niggas take notes
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