Sittin' Inda Bank
I been dat nigga ever since my mama water broke
Over my family dat choppa blow wit a lotta smoke
It aint no stoppin so tell yo bitch is on da flo
Said im goin postal im vocal pushin this envelope
I'm from a section where niggas pressin for what they reppin
Gotta keep protection da streets be testin we need progression
Gotta be invested wit these investments to beat depression
Betta keep yo leverage den keep it stepin den repeat the method
Yea city of champs get yo banners up
I lil niggas these rappers go get yo status up
Give a fuck what they doing got get yo baggage up
Ima shine for them dark moments look I can't have enough
Yea gotta show um that its more then rap
Been a real nigga but really aint no award for that
Play wit mah peace of mind ill go to war for dat
How ever you niggas wanna do it bitch i'm wit all a that
Das how im comin bitch Im on da way
They say that I couldn't den I did it in they face
I just want da dollars I aint in it for da fame
She gone get it if I say cuh dat really aint yo bae
Put it on mah taste buds sit it on a plate
She mah lil freak at da endin of da day
Ima need a hunnit million sittin inda bank
Need hunnit million sittin inda bank yea yea
You see me thuggin bitch I do it wit ease
Slidin wit yb feelin coo in da breeze
Puttin on for mah people what I do for the Teez
And a real nigga always gone do what I please
Stay firm police a neva knew what I seen
Speak in code really they'll neva knew what I mean
Lil baby want a ring I see you as my mah queen
But shootin dice only thing I ever do on my knees
Listen aye aint talkin money den ya lost me
Street nigga look both way before ya cross me
Snow flake up on her wrist it lookin frosty
Big burkin bag on mah bitch she lookin bossy
Hater get up off me really they wanna stress me
Neva be a bitch my hood would neva let me
Jesus on da piece I sneeze he wanna bless me
Keep it on a nigga dese suckas a neva get me
Das how im comin bitch Im on da way
They say that I couldn't den I did it in they face
I just want da dollars I aint in it for da fame
She gone get it if I say cuh dat really aint yo bae
Put it on mah taste buds sit it on a plate
She mah lil freak at da endin of da day
Ima need a hunnit million sittin inda bank
Need a hunnit million sittin inda bank yea yea
Over my family dat choppa blow wit a lotta smoke
It aint no stoppin so tell yo bitch is on da flo
Said im goin postal im vocal pushin this envelope
I'm from a section where niggas pressin for what they reppin
Gotta keep protection da streets be testin we need progression
Gotta be invested wit these investments to beat depression
Betta keep yo leverage den keep it stepin den repeat the method
Yea city of champs get yo banners up
I lil niggas these rappers go get yo status up
Give a fuck what they doing got get yo baggage up
Ima shine for them dark moments look I can't have enough
Yea gotta show um that its more then rap
Been a real nigga but really aint no award for that
Play wit mah peace of mind ill go to war for dat
How ever you niggas wanna do it bitch i'm wit all a that
Das how im comin bitch Im on da way
They say that I couldn't den I did it in they face
I just want da dollars I aint in it for da fame
She gone get it if I say cuh dat really aint yo bae
Put it on mah taste buds sit it on a plate
She mah lil freak at da endin of da day
Ima need a hunnit million sittin inda bank
Need hunnit million sittin inda bank yea yea
You see me thuggin bitch I do it wit ease
Slidin wit yb feelin coo in da breeze
Puttin on for mah people what I do for the Teez
And a real nigga always gone do what I please
Stay firm police a neva knew what I seen
Speak in code really they'll neva knew what I mean
Lil baby want a ring I see you as my mah queen
But shootin dice only thing I ever do on my knees
Listen aye aint talkin money den ya lost me
Street nigga look both way before ya cross me
Snow flake up on her wrist it lookin frosty
Big burkin bag on mah bitch she lookin bossy
Hater get up off me really they wanna stress me
Neva be a bitch my hood would neva let me
Jesus on da piece I sneeze he wanna bless me
Keep it on a nigga dese suckas a neva get me
Das how im comin bitch Im on da way
They say that I couldn't den I did it in they face
I just want da dollars I aint in it for da fame
She gone get it if I say cuh dat really aint yo bae
Put it on mah taste buds sit it on a plate
She mah lil freak at da endin of da day
Ima need a hunnit million sittin inda bank
Need a hunnit million sittin inda bank yea yea
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Writer(s): Tevita Vaka
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