Break The Bank Lyrics

She on the ceiling at Magic
Pocket full of salad, pocket full of health
Lookin' like a sweet lick, fuck around, rob myself
Other niggas besides me definitely get the belt, uh-huh
Countin' up blues, I'm wakin' up early
Pourin' up raw, that dish detergent
He in the game, we missed his jersey
Concrete gang, you know we lurkin'

Razor sharp, he might need surgery (Brrt)
Bust down her wrist, she buss it open
Back to the money, I'm [?]
Came in with my dogs, all bossed they budgеt
Tried to chime in on a rich discussion (Yeah)
Been countin' racks out wеst, Cooper Kuppin'

Fall in the seat, it sit like a bucket (Frrt)
Fall in your city, the hoes start fuckin'
Icebox love when we tell 'em the budget
Really because it ain't no budget
I had to take a few L's and I hugged it
Whole gang pull up 20K plus luggage

Big-ass stone, a golden nugget
Her waist skinny, the ass plumpy
First-time flights, let's get it jumpin' (Us)
Mudman, Miles, we all we fuck with (Brrt)
Head was so good, I done bought her a puppy
Taxi cab, my weed be musty
Dusty bitch, but she had potential, I tuned her up now she can't be fucked with
Might get a codeine mullet, nigga, fuck it
I got a Glock by waist-box, nigga, I don't do no tusslin'
Pour up a twelve of Quay in root beer, this shit got me muggin'
She asked for cash, I said no, but I said it ugly (Bitch)

Ho', you ain't busty, you musty (Ha)
Kickin' my [?] with no crutches (Kick)
Straight out of park, Aaron Judge (Yeah)
Cadillac V, but if we push around? Presidential (Brrt)
This shit been stuck in my mental (Yeah)
I might go up in my interest, what's in my cup might offend you

Can't tell if it was heroin in my cup
It's in my cup, *** you

Uh, Psst
Ride with the best, baby
Ride with the boys, dummy (Phew)
Lean with the guys, ma
I'm the big dog, ma
Five-hundred bands in my paw
I ain't never been touched, starting to think I'm coleslaw
I'm finna plug in her butt, baby girl, take all your clothes off
My bad, I'm finna lean, I dozed off
Leanin' like I took left foot and chopped all of the toes off
I can't rock no fish bowl, I won't even take it, I'll doze off
I put a bitch on a fish pole, get the opp's pin, we the bowling ball
Show the niggas the sauce, they done went in the cabinet and stole it all

I'm mobile with no roof, gold tooth, in the booth
Fucked the bitch, loose screw, G6, footloose
Man, your rap career grossed a hundred dollars, get the fuck up out the booth
I got cash, stuffed it in the mattress, like Ebo Sosa do
[?] give a fuck 'bout his goofy ass, now I want my Lil Moe dues
We gon' ball with these diamonds too, I promise we them dudes (Mm-hmm)
Stack it up, no time to play, it's time to break the bank (Uh-huh)
Stack it up, no time to play, it's time to break the bank (Uh)
Stack it up, no time to play, it's time to break the bank (Uh-huh)
Stack it up, no time to play, it's time to break the bank, baby

First Round, what's on your mind?
Got some cash on the floor and some bitches in line (Yeah)
[Shoulda' can't call her?], I know these petty ass niggas be pinching on time
Yeah, I ain't nothing like these half ass niggas, I'on even pour half a line
"DC, I'm salty 'cause you ain't call me" Bitch, get in line
She wanna tat my name in her skin, 'cause she know it's First Round time
Yeah, hang his ass up on the rack, that boy dried up like pork rinds
I won't be the one to dismiss you, come get you an issue, New York Times
Had a trio out in Rio, but these hoes ain't mine

Concrete