yeah
yeah
money in the bank, to keep us
money in the bank, to keep us

write another song for the money
write another song for the money
money in the bank, money
money in the bank, to keep us
roll another joint up
roll another joint up

huh, im 85' jordan, gold chain and a fade,
john burgundy 5's with the burgundy suede,
softer than a jerry west lay up in the paint
thats that nba logo flow, damn what a laker
like defenders chase the fingeroll, i been chasing the paper
like copy machine harrassing, if i did it, it was money under the picture like a caption
quotations after every verse, beat murked,
the button with the two lefts on it, and the line underneath broke in half,
reverse,
you tryna resurrect what i killed? go to church
with a bag fulla purp, like a L.A fanny pack, thats pack fulla work getting lower than a surpa,
after like search, slower than the syrup, can't even compare em, a ghost, you can hear em, can't see em, up in the crib, over the stove with that powder hand, to get money in hand, while these women keep singin

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huh, slow the whip down to a crawl, palm under hand while im letting it off
he aint ride with a nigga, but im dropping him off, cats get tackled for sport,
body laid in the morgue
i aint heated, im cold, kicks pound the pavement, while counting the dough
2 bags fulla blow, close the windows when im baging the soap
the boys will come through and put us behind doors
black saab by the porch, bbs rims, chain sing off chest like holiday hymns
i did it for the team, did it for the fam, did it for the green
recline on 2, shine out, like black vinyl wylin, off 2 cups of purple,
put dust in the blunt and just miss it like curfew, snake slide in the slab,
the cheese that i grab, money making rabb

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