22 dollars in my pocket, and a hundred in the bank
Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and
Rob a bank, i'd drive for my motherfuckin' nigga
Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh
Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard
And my bank account look just like a phone card
He said that he rather put the pump to his face
You could leave the bank without a damn trace
Born a leader, avid mad-lib reader, you fill in the blank as i take what i rake in to the bank
Got me ready to release the fluid, sensationsit down and conversate like you know me, take my hand
Almost kill and robbed from malice.
Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses
So i got you this present, go in my bank and take a million,
I’m pitchin bitches thats dreamin’ thinking i'm trickin’ chicken
Whatever it takes to live and stand
Taking money out the piggy bank
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