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Bank Withdrawal Lyrics - Artist : Smoke DZA
Yeah, it's cold as a motherfucker
New York and LA, uh La-di-da-di-da-di-da-da Kush god, bitch Really Yeah, yeah, yeah Look This a one time wear, it's a conversational piece (Yeah) My first Rolex, I put my faith in the piece At a time when I had no business, I had no place in the streets (Yeah) I saw my first zip that very moment, woken the beast A whole 'nother feat Grown man be I may require me rollin' my sleeve (Uh) You ain't gotta scratch, if they stop us, you holdin' a tree Actin' like you kingpin like you got the yola for free (Uh) Cappin' like it's raw, but it look like soda to me Niggas'll hit you with the okie doke And when you go to call 'em out, look at 'em, emotional Bullshit overload, duh, that's a fad My flow, that's a bag My lady, she a Sag' Irrational me when she mad, dupe Mr. Bud with Valley schwag Five-star nigga, still get a plate from Cali Dad Touch down in the A, see what Follies had Straight action, I ain't got no time to lollygag Right, if the bag ain't there, don't hit me Don't hit me Uh, bank withdrawals, all the bread come crispy Oh-oh Uh, filthy, hope them folks don't frisk me Frisk me Uh, if you gettin' to it, get with me Get with me The foreigns, the Porches, the Benz The blessings, the lessons, the gems To all my niggas gettin' ends Keep the bread up, live good East coast, West coast, worldwide Success to our haters' sore eyes Stay close, real niggas don't die If you gettin' to it get, with me Landed at JFK, queue Horace Brown, "One for the Money" (One for the money) Cartier bracelets, one for my honey (Woo) Harlem nigga, that fly, respect my bungee (Uh) Before you flex, put your man on, he lookin' hungry (Right) Rather be honest 'fore I fabricate a story (Uh) I was depressed, I'd rather advocate for glory (Uh) Bob Horry bling seven of my fingers Was on the block, heavy pitchin' My path was known as a sinker Phone on buzz, give it a second to link up (Uh) Puttin' the pieces together, I gotta be careful like Jenga Fast life, cook a lot, fender to fender On point, December to December Wise words from me, winter to winter They say every ending's a new beginning (Uh) That means it's a brand new bag, I'm super with it It's good for me, it's good for business I burn it down 'til I'm good and finished Right, if the bag ain't there, don't hit me Don't hit me Uh, bank withdrawals, all the bread come crispy Oh-oh Uh, filthy, hope them folks don't frisk me Frisk me Uh, if you gettin' to it, get with me Get with me The foreigns, the Porches, the Benz The blessings, the lessons, the gems To all my niggas gettin' ends Keep the bread up, live good East coast, West coast, worldwide Success to our haters' sore eyes Stay close, real niggas don't die If you gettin' to it get, with me Yo, I be on the block (Uh-huh), thuggin' with my crew and shit My homies, they be shootin' shit, they move a bitch like Ludacris (That's right) Boom, bang, zoom to the moon with this, the toolie grip Chopper chop suey kick to stop that kung-fu foolishness (Fact) Life is like a movie flick, it's horror then it's humorous (Uh-huh) Action-packed it usually is, romantic how I blew the kiss (Kiss) Drama when it's late at night, no, you don't want no smoke with me Physically, metaphorically, spray that K like potpourri (Yep) Got some dope, I hope that grows 'fore Oprah sees Get ghost and float to overseas Money toast, but no police, choke and bleed (Nah) That's bloody murder, man, rest in peace to them black lives I'm off the corner, jump in that water, get baptized My niggas hustle, y'all jokers be frontin' (Uh-huh) My niggas be gettin' money, y'all ballin' out on a budget, haa I'm out here, East coast, nigga, worldwide Uptown, thorough side, real nigga certified, huh If you gettin' to the bag, get with me Motherfucker If you ain't gettin' to the bag, don't hit me You ain't know nothin', man Only answer here beside me 'bout to die Fuck outta here Rest in peace to my nigga Lex, rest in peace You hear me? |
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