Lyrics Heart to the Bank - Ca$h Tre

I might give my heart to the bank, the bread come before these hoes
Said I love you, was a mistake, I'm afraid that I gotta let go (Let's go!)
I was down bad, on my feet right now, now the whole gang on go (Whoa)
Got 'em all eyes on me right now, feel like Tupac, Death Row
I'm the one who they wanna be right now and I know it hurt they soul
Now they gotta pay that toll, 85 on the turnpike, lose control
Put it on God, I ain't stressing no foe
Word to King Slime, cook an opp on the stove
Want the VVS diamonds, tired of the gold
Plant the seed in the money, now it's time that it grow

Came through saucin'
They asking like, "Do you do this often?"
My only job is to put 'em in the coffin
They was right behind me, and then I lost 'em
Got plays in DC, L.A., and Boston
They gon' think I'm Rozay the way I'm bossin'
Niggas hating on Trè, it's gonna cost 'em
I swear just the other day, they said I lost it, oh yeah?
They gon' put me to the test
I don't even need no rest
Nigga, I got right now
I could give a damn who next
Putting in work, just do it for the check
Get ya ass murked if you make me upset
Ball on my court, now I run up the score
Watch how you walk, we got racks on the floor
I got me some, now I need me some more
Style is expensive, I cannot be poor
Yeah, I'm at it again
We fucking off, rolling 'round in a Benz
Just came from London, I'm going to France
That girl don't want me, I fuck with her friend
Said it before, all my dawgs finna win
Hold it down, I can't get locked in the pen

I might give my heart to the bank, the bread come before these hoes
Said I love you, was a mistake, I'm afraid that I gotta let go (Let's go!)
I was down bad, on my feet right now, now the whole gang on go (Whoa)
Got 'em all eyes on me right now, feel like Tupac, Death Row
I'm the one who they wanna be right now and I know it hurt they soul
Now they gotta pay that toll, 85 on the turnpike, lose control
Put it on God, I ain't stressing no foe
Word to King Slime, cook an opp on the stove
Want the VVS diamonds, tired of the gold
Plant the seed in the money, now it's time that it grow

Racks all on me, broke hoes can't get near me
All these niggas, they fear me (Let's go!)
Get yours low-key, really that be my theory
Turn me up, they can't hear me
My dawg Jackie Moon, he a pro with the semi (He a pro)
Ferragamo belt cost 450
I feel like a G when I'm throwed, no Jimmy (No Jimmy)
We don't really speak, want smoke? Come get me (Want smoke)
Hold up
With all due respect, I got the throne in my city (Let's go)
I'm on my Young Jeezy, put on for the city (Put on)
Lame ass niggas think they on, it's a pity
I made so many plays, I might get a beeper
I need respect with them Franklins, Aretha
Shawty with me and don't want me to leave her
Oh, that's your girl? Go ahead, you can keep her (Yeah)
Don't wanna hit it, I don't even need her
Saks don't got it, then we go to Neiman's
Red bottoms got my soles bleeding
Hellcat speeding like a demon
He a rat, judge got him pleading (Aye Trè, let's get it!)

I might give my heart to the bank, the bread come before these hoes
Said I love you, was a mistake, I'm afraid that I gotta let go (Let's go!)
I was down bad, on my feet right now, now the whole gang on go (Whoa)
Got 'em all eyes on me right now, feel like Tupac, Death Row
I'm the one who they wanna be right now and I know it hurt they soul
Now they gotta pay that toll, 85 on the turnpike, lose control
Put it on God, I ain't stressing no foe
Word to King Slime, cook an opp on the stove
Want the VVS diamonds, tired of the gold
Plant the seed in the money, now it's time that it grow