Tonart: E minor•
Verse 1
Em
I know this peck of wood fool
runs a downtown bank
G
No shit, where you meet him at?
I met this punk the other day
What the fuck he say?
Em
He say he down with the team
But me and you the only
team I know
Ain't fuck that drunk
Know what I mean?
That's right
I see a lickin' close range
G
So ante up your niggas and let you whip
Okay, I'll call you back, man
Em
Shit, another hookup,
I think I'll look up that nigga
Sha
And see if
Uncle
Eddie wanna drive to the money store
Ain't nothin' funny, ho,
G
we gots to come up and have this shit planned before sun up
Hello?
Ayo,
Em
Sha, put the phone up to your ear,
go somewhere where you can hear me
This bitch gave me an idea about this
cracker who own the bank
G
Showed her the whole building, nigga,
we can make millions, even billions
Em
It's all good with the ring,
but first I think you need to ask your bitch one more thing
Now, what's that, man?
Is she for sure she got the plug up?
Cause
G
Russ is on this song, we down it
No room for no fuck up
DMG with it
So call your girl back and hit me back
Nigga, no bullshit
Hey ho,
you sure it's understood with the wood?
G
Is he 501 to cover playing
tricks with the goods?
Em
Nigga, chill, I know the layout
I know that motherfucker
Wall to wall and clean back way out
Just get your niggas and let's do this
Stick em up, call your niggas
And have your
Uncle
Em
It's 5 o 'clock later on,
we gettin' close
G
Marv, put your game face on,
long, everybody know what they supposed to do,
so don't sleep and we gettin' seven digits
G
In five minutes or less, we need to have this muthafucka hit,
with ski masks on our sheets
Em
We finna do this like
Chicago, let it all go,
but don't nobody fuck with that
Bodo
Ain't that his car right over there?
G
I hope it is, cause it's really going
down and it's almost sea
Em
We gots to kill him cause he know three,
so when you see him blow him to pieces
Then shit I got security,
and he be ready for the getaway
G
We gots to switch up car,
back in the back alley hit away
Em
So make the block and it's on it's 555 everybody
G
Em
ready up then come on
G
Everybody lay it down in this bitch
Don't make me act a fool and clown in this bitch
Em
hurry up and empty out them
Reggie's
I ain't got long for stops by
locking up the fuck
Remember me,
G
I'm that bitch that you saw from before
Now I'm back with my team, face my
hoe
Em
Late man, don't be reachin'
down for no buttons
Matter of fact,
bring your ass over here bitch
Don't say nothin',
just give me the combination to the safe
Don't fuck around,
G
I got this infrared beamin' on his head, shut up
Give up the green and don't
move none
Cause when you do,
that's when my 44 goes boom
Hurry up, four minutes and we countin'
Philly
G
Saks stickin' up to where I
can see thousands
Em
Bitches, hurry up with the shit and stop twitchin',
you hoes movin' slow
Y try how long?
About 3 minutes
Damn, I got my eyes on the winner cop
so kiss your motherfuckin' ass
Betty
Bop
Em
I don't believe in superheroes,
so play the
Superman role and die
playin' heroes
For sure
This is the stick up, bet nobody hiccup
and don't nobody else get blown out the roof
Em
For every second, that's when life go
So till you done, we killin' clientele
One by one
Oh, shit, a motherfuckin'
Bitch, you stay calm and keep
your fuckin' mouth shut
Em
Now put your hands in
your pockets and smile
Get up and get ready to walk,
we just might need you a while
Yeah, let him come on,
I got that mark faded
G
Soon as he open up that door,
I'm lettin' him go and leave these walls painted
Em
Well, he's openin' up the door
right now, soldier, get ready
Oh, yeah, I'm ready
Here he come, nigga
Pow, pow, pow
Under two minutes on the clock
So,
G
Deb, hurry up so we can
take these bags out
Let's take the man outside,
What you wanna do?
Oh, what the fuck?
Let's drag his ass outside
and kill him in the truck
Now walk your ass out slow
G
While I hold this motherfuckin'
chrome to your dome
Bitch, don't own hope
Em
Don't tell the guard you involved
in some shit you can't explain
So stay the fuck up outta nigga way,
Since you the last one
and have won us luck
G
Tip your head from the mark
Free, let's go, that nigga deep
Em
Nah, here come the logs,
no time to pause
Let's get the money out the truck
We came too far to fall
No ante up, let's make a run
And he said he waiting, y let's go.
Bust that ho.
We out the door.
Pedal to the, pedal to
G
Em
the floor.
G
Em
We need some snow and a hire for me, fuck.
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