Open A Bank Lyrics

(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Money is not everything, nigga
Ghetto Boy shit, nigga
Money is not everything, nigga
Everything is not money and money is not everything
You see what I'm sayin'?

Me and Jay finna open up a bank
Put the gun in his face, open up the safe
We talkin' pints of Quay, I drink one a day
Your bitch say you treat her bad, she finna run away
He drunk so much bullshit lean, his stomach fake
You want a verse from me? Give me a hundred K
Right now I'm in the Escalade with my uncle Tay
With my nephew Tay
I seen some dusty hoes, they got swеpt away
Mike pulled off with the Glock but I kеpt the K
I'm off a Xanax, finna wreck the Wraith
I did some amazing shit yesterday
Yesterday, she let me fuck, I'm gettin' head today
You can't find a nigga turnt as me 'cause I said you can't
Bitch, I said you ain't
I broke the bitch heart and I left her gay
You can't shit talk like me, you a featherweight
You said you wrote me when I went to prison, what the letter say?
I hate hoes whose name start with a letter "A"
Told the leanman to pull up and let me test the drank

Huh, I got a dub for any nigga that can mess with Tre
You want everything out the pop, then take a extra straight
Hmm, I will shoot on your shit, I will not hesitate
Fuck is niggas on? It's not gon' take a song to set the record straight
Hmm, my bitch and my wrist the same, they both got ice chips
I'll take a nigga shit fast, I do my heist quick
Huh, you say my name, I'm bringin' pain, I'm not gon' type shit
If I press this shit, it'll light the whole room up like a light switch
Hmm, yesterday I hit three hoes, now my hip hurtin'
You can only call my phone to make a big purchase
I be too hot, sometimes my phone don't even get service
How you thirty and ain't got thirty thousand, you should've been workin'
Like, GM probably got a spot for you
Time don't wait on nobody, it's not gon' stop for you
Lil' bro just got his CPL, I got a Glock for him
If she had a little more ass, I would've popped shorty

You got a pint of Tris', I got a pop for you
Rio not goin' bankrupt, I'm not Scott Storch
He went against this shit and he got torched
He drove to Michigan and got shot for it
Broke a 'bow down in 3.5s, these not quarters
Ain't no Quay pints come this week 'cause it's on back order
I got some real scripts with the black border
He put my brother in a pack and he got smacked for it
I know where the Wock's at, I'm finna snatch four
I stand on business so much, my calves sore
I hit her from the back, now her back sore
I got a lot of racks and I don't act poor
Nah, I'm not a tight nigga
I got a gun and KB got a gun, I won't fight with you
I know he put his hands on his hoes 'cause he light-skinned
Twelve hundred for the pants, they not tight fitted
They was loose fit
You know that nigga shot your brother and you ain't do shit
Micky D's the first on my list, don't go to Ruth Chris
The whole ship sunk, he had loose lips

This bitch look like a toothpick
Matter fact, I'm trippin', she too thick
I got a new bitch
I threw the old Glock, I got a new switch
I got two clips
I can fuck a bitch good 'cause I got two hips
I hip roll
I fucked a bitch so long, now my dick swole
I never wear no motherfuckin' big clothes
I just bought my daughter Rick clothes
And Gucci clothes
And Louis clothes
I never fucked a bitch in her bootyhole
I made a lot of money out the studio
I, I got eight thousand dollars, all twenties, that's a dookie roll