Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard
And my bank account look just like a phone card
Rob a bank, i'd drive for my motherfuckin' nigga
I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh
My parents went away on a week's vacation and
22 dollars in my pocket, and a hundred in the bank
Still i'm mackin i'm rackin up a fuckin bank vault too
Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you
In a convoy to the bank
Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand
So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you
Hes a bellend in the nation, thats got a very poor bank account situation,cant afford to
Need some money?break the bank
I’m coming back like light-skin and
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