[** from "Mo' Money in the Bank Pt 4: Gang Green Season Starts Now" Mixtape:] [Intro:] Nah-hah!* I don't do all that talking, man; it's it's... one way or the other. You comin' or you gonna watch another ***** leave with me, you know the rush? That's the way **** go, hehe! I'm a ****** rapstar! {MO MONEY! } [Verse:] Fresh off of the plane I jets off in the range First class seat but this WestCoast ain't the same. The rap game'll bring stress, fortune and fame An' slow drive-bys like when they aired out Kane. [gunshot] {DAMN! } I'm in the S-5-5 with blew out chains You body me, you body them - an' they pull out prayin'. My only wish is to find ya catcher, Lay your ass on a stretcher. Betcha, getcha - ass out the hood! {Whooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! } All I got is rap an for that - I spazz out for good. That's my income; it keeps me in paz an Hollywood, I'm hardly home, When I leave the club the party gone. An' I'm pissy of petroleum trying get my own home. My name's Bank$ baby! {HAHA! } - I'm top rank lady. I gotta go grab your coat itch you ain't crazy. {DAMN! } I speed-off - gainin' and rushin' to bend her over sumthin', Then I'm bumpin'! - The volumes to the Max and I'm frontin'. All of a sudden she's down on the humble for a feel And I'm driftin' in an out of lanes, fumblin' the wheel. A couple of miles later {Whooooooooo! } I'll be comin' on the grill Then it's back to the hotel to chill. - Ma' give you the rush! [Chorus:] Damn maaaaaa'... That lil' outfit got my 3rd hand hiiiigh. And I need you to understand IIIIIIIIIII {SADA POP! } Really ain't got a lot o' time, ***** shout ya mind. - It's meeee! Damn Blood! Don't you wanna get out of them handcuffs? I ain't gon' love you like your man doooeeees I ain't gotta lot of time - ***** shout ya miiiind! [car tires squeal] [shot] [beat stops] {Whoooooooooo}
[** from "Mo' Money in the Bank Pt 4: Gang Green Season Starts Now" Mixtape:] [Intro:] Nah-hah!* I don't do all that talking, man; it's it's... one way or the other. You comin' or you gonna watch another ***** leave with me, you know the rush? That's the way **** go, hehe! I'm a ****** rapstar! {MO MONEY! } [Verse:] Fresh off of the plane I jets off in the range First class seat but this WestCoast ain't the same. The rap game'll bring stress, fortune and fame An' slow drive-bys like when they aired out Kane. [gunshot] {DAMN! } I'm in the S-5-5 with blew out chains You body me, you body them - an' they pull out prayin'. My only wish is to find ya catcher, Lay your ass on a stretcher. Betcha, getcha - ass out the hood! {Whooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! } All I got is rap an for that - I spazz out for good. That's my income; it keeps me in paz an Hollywood, I'm hardly home, When I leave the club the party gone. An' I'm pissy of petroleum trying get my own home. My name's Bank$ baby! {HAHA! } - I'm top rank lady. I gotta go grab your coat itch you ain't crazy. {DAMN! } I speed-off - gainin' and rushin' to bend her over sumthin', Then I'm bumpin'! - The volumes to the Max and I'm frontin'. All of a sudden she's down on the humble for a feel And I'm driftin' in an out of lanes, fumblin' the wheel. A couple of miles later {Whooooooooo! } I'll be comin' on the grill Then it's back to the hotel to chill. - Ma' give you the rush! [Chorus:] Damn maaaaaa'... That lil' outfit got my 3rd hand hiiiigh. And I need you to understand IIIIIIIIIII {SADA POP! } Really ain't got a lot o' time, ***** shout ya mind. - It's meeee! Damn Blood! Don't you wanna get out of them handcuffs? I ain't gon' love you like your man doooeeees I ain't gotta lot of time - ***** shout ya miiiind! [car tires squeal] [shot] [beat stops] {Whoooooooooo}
