On this mic i turn satan, rappers fightin to break the horns
Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records
But my shit done hit the roof and the ceiling fan.
Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham
Give me a reason why i'm not the best breathing
Sitting on the roof and yell fuck everything
Now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind
Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind
One time for the girls with the right shoes
From the gutter to the roof
And i ain't trying to land
Track 4.) break the bank (break the bank)
Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof
Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues
So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind
Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child
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