Five Dollar Bill
How was everything
Its pretty Good
Can I get you anything else before you go
Naw I think we're done here
I'll just leave this right here
Take your time
Alright thanks
You're welcome have a great day
You too
Fuck man
Whats wrong
Think I forgot my wallet in the car
All I got is this fucking five dollars on me
Well shit I got you
I got this five dollar bill
In my pocket still
So broke it damn near killed me
Too broke can't afford no thrills
Cant afford a thing got me asking Abe
Is this what honesty brings
Honesty don't pay
I ain't got no money
Five dollars on me
Trying to make this rent my nine to five
Barely make ends meet bills piled high
All my money spent trying to stay alive
Break the bank to eat cuz I'm a fat ass guy
Think it's time to get ugly
I think it's time to rob
I think it's time to get money
By any means
Like it's my second job
Fuck you mean
Some one getting blowed away
Time to load up the throwaway
Time to get a driver for the roll away
And stowaway
Get away clean with a bag of green I stole today
Geek my self up gas me
I'm my own protege
Alright man you got this you can do this
Just run in there
Tell him to put the money in the fucking bag
Put the gun in his face
Money in the bag gun in his face
Alright fuck it lets go
Put your fucking hands in the bag
I got this five dollar bill
In my pocket still
So broke it damn near killed me
Too broke can't afford no thrills
Cant afford a thing got me asking Abe
Is this what honesty brings
Honesty don't pay
I ain't got no money
Five dollars on me
Trying to catch up on late fees
My child support rapes me
Taxes taking half of my bread and my baked beans
Forced to flip a stash for some cash but not making
Enough only half what I need so I'm casing
Think it's time to get ugly
I think it's time to rob
I think it's time to get money
By any means
Like it's my second job
Fuck you mean
Some one getting blowed away
Time to load up the throwaway
Time to get a driver for the roll away
And stowaway
Get away clean with a bag of green I stole today
Geek my self up gas me
I'm my own protege
Yo it's because of the gun I had man
Too heavy
Naw man like
I had the wrong gun if I had a my other gun
Man
I was nervous it was my first time
I couldn't see shit
Fucking mask over my eyes and shit
They probably didn't even have that much money anyway
Fuck it
That shit aint for me
Its pretty Good
Can I get you anything else before you go
Naw I think we're done here
I'll just leave this right here
Take your time
Alright thanks
You're welcome have a great day
You too
Fuck man
Whats wrong
Think I forgot my wallet in the car
All I got is this fucking five dollars on me
Well shit I got you
I got this five dollar bill
In my pocket still
So broke it damn near killed me
Too broke can't afford no thrills
Cant afford a thing got me asking Abe
Is this what honesty brings
Honesty don't pay
I ain't got no money
Five dollars on me
Trying to make this rent my nine to five
Barely make ends meet bills piled high
All my money spent trying to stay alive
Break the bank to eat cuz I'm a fat ass guy
Think it's time to get ugly
I think it's time to rob
I think it's time to get money
By any means
Like it's my second job
Fuck you mean
Some one getting blowed away
Time to load up the throwaway
Time to get a driver for the roll away
And stowaway
Get away clean with a bag of green I stole today
Geek my self up gas me
I'm my own protege
Alright man you got this you can do this
Just run in there
Tell him to put the money in the fucking bag
Put the gun in his face
Money in the bag gun in his face
Alright fuck it lets go
Put your fucking hands in the bag
I got this five dollar bill
In my pocket still
So broke it damn near killed me
Too broke can't afford no thrills
Cant afford a thing got me asking Abe
Is this what honesty brings
Honesty don't pay
I ain't got no money
Five dollars on me
Trying to catch up on late fees
My child support rapes me
Taxes taking half of my bread and my baked beans
Forced to flip a stash for some cash but not making
Enough only half what I need so I'm casing
Think it's time to get ugly
I think it's time to rob
I think it's time to get money
By any means
Like it's my second job
Fuck you mean
Some one getting blowed away
Time to load up the throwaway
Time to get a driver for the roll away
And stowaway
Get away clean with a bag of green I stole today
Geek my self up gas me
I'm my own protege
Yo it's because of the gun I had man
Too heavy
Naw man like
I had the wrong gun if I had a my other gun
Man
I was nervous it was my first time
I couldn't see shit
Fucking mask over my eyes and shit
They probably didn't even have that much money anyway
Fuck it
That shit aint for me
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