MemoTheMafioso - Break the Bank paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Break the Bank - MemoTheMafioso



(FBeat brazy)
(FBeat producing all the heat)
Ten K, one play, that's a quick stack (Easy)
Probably think he first place but I've been that (Been him)
Man, I love how they hate when my shit quack (When shit crack)
Sit back, get cake while they get mad
Food up on the plate, rude boy, better get that
Breadwinner baby, get a loaf, gon' split that
Better slide first 'cause this four get no get back (I don't get back)
Think he Tom Brady when he pass 'til he get sacked (Fucked up)
Let me show you how to fuck a bag up
Get something, blow something, go and get a backup
The hate get real when you learn to stack up
Make money, break money when it really add up
I remember back then, nine milli', black tint
I was really in the, uh, riding round with a ten
I got everything you need, what you really trying to spend?
I'm a full time hustler, not your friend (Not your friend)
But you knew that
I was making plays, where was you at? (Where you at?)
Hundred on the wrist
They like, "How the fuck he do that?" (How you do that?)
Stay up in your lane, we could never be the same
Probably woofing on my name
I ain't hearing what they saying (Hell nah)
'Cause they all wrong
Getting money, that's what I'm on
Never look back 'cause my brother told me, "Go long" (Go long)
Fool-proof plan, I ain't worried about it going wrong (Hell nah)
Ain't trying to take a risk, better go home
I get cake, I get cake, put food up on the plate
New day, another dollar, new bag in the safe
I was down bad, had to go and up the stakes
Now I throw it in they face
I'm about to break the bank
Bank, bank, bank, bank, see me running with a play
I'm about to break the bank
Bank, bank, bank, bank, getting to it every day
I'm about to break the bank
I don't get mad, I get paid (Get paid)
Rap get boring, I'ma find another way (Uh-huh)
I was in the trap way before I hit a stage (I was)
Moved work in the city
Flew packs out of state, big weight (Big weight)
All I want to do is count cake
Noodles in the cup, now it's steak on the plate (Big plate)
Double up champ, turned the fours into eight
How you popping hella bands that you never even made?
Is you dumb? (Dumb ass)
If you really balling, blow some
How the fuck you making money if you've never blown none?
Never yank with a strap, but you love to hold one
Same thing with a pack, you ain't never sold one (Cap)
If he seen a stack, bet he asked to hold some
New bitch big paid, I don't fuck with broke ones (Woah)
I think about the paper every time I roll one
New play every day, bitch, you know I go dumb, on God
Ha-ha
Ayy, man, y'all know who really do this shit
Though
I done spent my first ten before you even met your first ten
Bitch, stop playing with me
I'm about to break the bank
Bank, bank, bank, bank, see me running with a play
I'm about to break the bank
Bank, bank, bank, bank, getting to it every day
I'm about to break the bank



Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Huerta Angel Felipe


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date de sortie
12-03-2021




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