Hit the Bank
I remember when i was just sitting in the ranks
Then my music started hitting now I'm getting in a tank
Getting rich and slipping seven digits in the bank
Yah most these artists slipping there just sipping on some drank
They said I know whats up I know whats up all I do is crank
But they're just bluffing hoping for some luck and stuffing skanks
But I pulled a fucking homie up before his ship was sank
I got him unstuck and fuck I still don't get no thanks yeah
Hit the bank get the bands
I'm so thankful for this money in my hands
There's nothing greater than making plans
I'm out here getting paper bro I don't give a dam
I watched a hater become my fan
I'll see you later i just made a hundred grand
You're a faker bro you're a scam
I put in labor I'm the savior of my fam
I'm sick of playing tug of war Imma even up the score
You're just heating up my core now I want to hustle more
I'm out here working hard I'm getting every little muscle soar
Putting in the energy and effort Imma double yours
Reward vs penalty risk it like you juggle swords
Drop a hundred benjis in the bank that's what I struggle for
I hate it when i see a guy go live and say he's getting bags
Really it's a lie he's bout to cry he's just depressed and sad
Homies got the gift of grab come home to nothing in your pad
Flexing shit you didn't have I bet you wish you didn't brag
You say that your the dopest but your always broke and unemployed
I'm done with all you bums and you hopeless little funny boys
Avoid them if they're dumb it's not fun if i become annoyed
Take notice to whats coming and stay focused on the money boy
They say that getting help hurts but hells worse
They say you'll burn in hell if you help yourself first
5k an hour bro that's my self worth
Used to work for the cartel I could sell dirt
Hit the bank get the bands
I'm so thankful for this money in my hands
There's nothing greater than making plans
I'm out here getting paper bro I don't give a dam
I watched a hater become my fan
I'll see you later i just made a hundred grand
You're a faker bro you're a scam
I put in labor I'm the savior of my fam
I never check a clock I don't ever stop
When the bell rings if the heavens drop
Fuck my well being I'd be better off
Getting off this planet lets go looking for a better rock
I own this game like some property yeah
The shit these rappers spitting man it's getting kinda watery
I got the perseverance I don't need a lottery
Imma slaughter these rappers no camaraderie
I've done this properly to get us out of poverty
Fulfill the prophecy I've become a prodigy
You're giving all your thoughts to me
You're getting kinda gossipy
But when we hit the bank we gonna hit it like a robbery
Imma bread finder I ain't no joke
I'm the headliner bro you're a show host
Imma cruise ship you're a row boat
Look who's getting rich man we're cruising to the gold coast
Hit the bank get the bands
I'm so thankful for this money in my hands
There's nothing greater than making plans
I'm out here getting paper bro I don't give a dam
I watched a hater become my fan
I'll see you later i just made a hundred grand
You're a faker bro you're a scam
I put in labor I'm the savior of my fam
I've seen him go from the sucker to the man
I've watched him rise from the gutter to the glam
Now he's got the bread butter and the jam
While these fake motherfuckers acting tough up on the gram
I don't ever quit it's time to rise
Even if I have to get a fucking 9 - 5
Take a risk find a prize
And never take your eyes off it unless it's a disguise
Then my music started hitting now I'm getting in a tank
Getting rich and slipping seven digits in the bank
Yah most these artists slipping there just sipping on some drank
They said I know whats up I know whats up all I do is crank
But they're just bluffing hoping for some luck and stuffing skanks
But I pulled a fucking homie up before his ship was sank
I got him unstuck and fuck I still don't get no thanks yeah
Hit the bank get the bands
I'm so thankful for this money in my hands
There's nothing greater than making plans
I'm out here getting paper bro I don't give a dam
I watched a hater become my fan
I'll see you later i just made a hundred grand
You're a faker bro you're a scam
I put in labor I'm the savior of my fam
I'm sick of playing tug of war Imma even up the score
You're just heating up my core now I want to hustle more
I'm out here working hard I'm getting every little muscle soar
Putting in the energy and effort Imma double yours
Reward vs penalty risk it like you juggle swords
Drop a hundred benjis in the bank that's what I struggle for
I hate it when i see a guy go live and say he's getting bags
Really it's a lie he's bout to cry he's just depressed and sad
Homies got the gift of grab come home to nothing in your pad
Flexing shit you didn't have I bet you wish you didn't brag
You say that your the dopest but your always broke and unemployed
I'm done with all you bums and you hopeless little funny boys
Avoid them if they're dumb it's not fun if i become annoyed
Take notice to whats coming and stay focused on the money boy
They say that getting help hurts but hells worse
They say you'll burn in hell if you help yourself first
5k an hour bro that's my self worth
Used to work for the cartel I could sell dirt
Hit the bank get the bands
I'm so thankful for this money in my hands
There's nothing greater than making plans
I'm out here getting paper bro I don't give a dam
I watched a hater become my fan
I'll see you later i just made a hundred grand
You're a faker bro you're a scam
I put in labor I'm the savior of my fam
I never check a clock I don't ever stop
When the bell rings if the heavens drop
Fuck my well being I'd be better off
Getting off this planet lets go looking for a better rock
I own this game like some property yeah
The shit these rappers spitting man it's getting kinda watery
I got the perseverance I don't need a lottery
Imma slaughter these rappers no camaraderie
I've done this properly to get us out of poverty
Fulfill the prophecy I've become a prodigy
You're giving all your thoughts to me
You're getting kinda gossipy
But when we hit the bank we gonna hit it like a robbery
Imma bread finder I ain't no joke
I'm the headliner bro you're a show host
Imma cruise ship you're a row boat
Look who's getting rich man we're cruising to the gold coast
Hit the bank get the bands
I'm so thankful for this money in my hands
There's nothing greater than making plans
I'm out here getting paper bro I don't give a dam
I watched a hater become my fan
I'll see you later i just made a hundred grand
You're a faker bro you're a scam
I put in labor I'm the savior of my fam
I've seen him go from the sucker to the man
I've watched him rise from the gutter to the glam
Now he's got the bread butter and the jam
While these fake motherfuckers acting tough up on the gram
I don't ever quit it's time to rise
Even if I have to get a fucking 9 - 5
Take a risk find a prize
And never take your eyes off it unless it's a disguise
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Writer(s): Parks Thomson
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