Open A Bank

Money is not everything, nigga, get over shit, nigga.

Money is not everything, nigga, everything is not money, and money is not everything, you see what I'm saying?

Me and Jack finna open up a bank. Put the gun in his face, open up the safe.

We talking pints of Quaal, I drink one a day.

Your bitch say you treat her bad, she finna run away. You drunk so much bullshit lean, his stomach fade.

You want a verse from me, give me a hundred K.

Right now I'm in an Escalade with my uncle Tay, with my nephew Tay. I seen some dusty hoes, they got swept away.

Mike pulled off with the Glock, but I kept the K.

I'm off a Xanax, finna wreck the race. I did some amazing shit yesterday.

Yesterday, she let me fuck, I'm gonna hit her today.

You can't find a nigga turnt as me 'cause I said you can't. Bitch, I said you ain't.

I broke the bitch heart, and I left her gay. You can't shit talk like me, you a featherweight.

You said you wrote me when I went to prison, what the letter say?

I hate hoes whose names start with the letter A. Told the lean man to pull up and let me test the drank.

Huh, I got a dub for any nigga that can mess with Trey.

You want everything out the pot, then take an extra scrape.

Hmm, I will shoot you in your shit, I'm not gonna hesitate. Fuck is niggas on?

It's not gonna take a song to set the record straight. Hmm, my bitch and my wrist the same, they both got ice chips.

I'll take a nigga shit fast, I do my heist quick. Huh, you say my name, I'm bringing pain,

I'm not gonna type shit.

If I press this shit, it light the whole room up like a light switch. Hmm, yesterday I hit three hoes, now my dick hurt.

You can only call my phone to make a big purchase.

I be too high, sometimes my phone don't even get touches. How you thirty and ain't got thirty thousand?

You should've been working. Like, GM probably got a spot for you.

Time don't wait on nobody, it's not gonna stop for you. Lil' brother just got a CPL, I got a Glock for him.

If she had a little more ass, I would've popped shorty.

You got a pound of Trish, I got a pop for you. Rio is not going bankrupt, I'm not Scott Storch.

He went against this shit, and he got torched. He drove to Michigan and got shot for it.

Broke a boat down to three fives, these not quarters.

Ain't no Quaal pints coming this week 'cause it's on backorder. I got some real scripts with the black border.

He put my brother in a pack and got smacked for it.

I know where the Wock's at, I'm finna snatch for it. I stand on business so much, my calves sore.

I hit her from the back, now her back sore. I got a lot of racks and I don't act poor.

Nah, I'm not a tight nigga. I got a gun and KB got a gun, I won't fight with you.

I know he put his hands on his hoes 'cause he light-skinned it.

Twelve hundred for the pants, they not tight-fitted, they was loose-fit.

You know that nigga shot your brother, you ain't do shit. Mickey D's the first on my list, don't go to Roof,

Chris. The whole ship sunk, he had loose lips. This bitch look like a toothpick.

Matter of fact, I'm tripping, she too thick. I got a new bitch. I threw the old

Glock, I got a new switch. I got two clips.

I can fuck a bitch good 'cause I got two hips. I hit roll. Fucked the bitch so long, now my dick swole.

I'll never wear no motherfucking big clothes. I just bought my daughter Rick clothes, and

Gucci clothes, and Louis clothes.

I never fucked a bitch in her booty hole. I made a lot of money out the studio.

I, I got eight thousand dollars, all twenties, that's a dookie roll.