Maino, PUSH! BEAT - Money In The Bank lyrics
[Maino, PUSH! BEAT - Money In The Bank lyrics]
I know people I ain’t the
Criminal that you used to
Move smart, can’t be in a cell or cooped up
Careful when I move stuff, see how I maneuver
I’m about this loot bruh
Could never be a loser
Music like drugs and the fans is my users
Samples of this dope
Trying to get some new abusers
One for the sniffers and one for the shooters
Stone cold hustler
Looked in the eyes of Medusa
Through the same shades Biggie had
PUSH! is the future
Main dropped "Hi Hater" the team
We done moved up
Still will hit the streets and
Blam heat at you poo-puts
Put your whole clan under the white
Sheets like the Ku Klux
Black flag, black tech, black mag
Hit your chest shot back fag
Disrespect we will not have
They got mad, the flow nasty like a snot rag
But fuck that nigga
Show us where the spot’s at
That’s just how the game go
What you think we slang for?
Trying to put that mo-mo-mo-mo-money
In the bank yo that’s just how the games go
Ducking from the plain clothes
Trying to put that mo-mo-mo-mo-money
The bank yo
I think like a radical
Move just like a militant
Whenever niggas see me they nervous
And get to trembling bitches think I’m sexy
The industry say I’m criminal
People think I’m crazy
The haters say I ain’t lyrical
But who you think the killers and
Real niggas gonna listen to?
They know that I’m 100 and
None of yall believable killed competition
I got em just by a landslide
They ain’t fucking with me like
Stepping onto a landmine, boom!
Black bandanas is in the room
I speak for the thugs the voice of every goon
I run with the vultures
Prove that I’m a soldier
I don’t claim a set but
I embrace the gang culture
What did you expect when you
Niggas flirting with death?
You could see it my way or
See the front of my tech it’s a movement
One wrong move will get your brain split
It’s hustle hard, money in the bank bitch
My young broad telling me I
Need to go out more
No time trying to bigger than all out doors
It’s a drought right now
Waiting on the downpour
I’m about my paper little
Lady you about yours
Got a couple rap dollars but
I’m trying to count more
Industry fight funny, had to go southpaw
It’s a new era, got the same cap Jay wore
Married to the streets, my in laws is outlaws
Related by blood to the homies that’s thug
And the shorties that take trips
Ride with the drugs
Ain’t got no kind of love for
The rats and the snitches
They can’t stand to witness us
Go from rags to riches stay focused shun
Forget the baddest of the bitches
That will come later
What matters is the business
Follow me homie, I eat, breathe and shit this
And you can grab everything
That’s on your wishlist
Criminal that you used to
Move smart, can’t be in a cell or cooped up
Careful when I move stuff, see how I maneuver
I’m about this loot bruh
Could never be a loser
Music like drugs and the fans is my users
Samples of this dope
Trying to get some new abusers
One for the sniffers and one for the shooters
Stone cold hustler
Looked in the eyes of Medusa
Through the same shades Biggie had
PUSH! is the future
Main dropped "Hi Hater" the team
We done moved up
Still will hit the streets and
Blam heat at you poo-puts
Put your whole clan under the white
Sheets like the Ku Klux
Black flag, black tech, black mag
Hit your chest shot back fag
Disrespect we will not have
They got mad, the flow nasty like a snot rag
But fuck that nigga
Show us where the spot’s at
That’s just how the game go
What you think we slang for?
Trying to put that mo-mo-mo-mo-money
In the bank yo that’s just how the games go
Ducking from the plain clothes
Trying to put that mo-mo-mo-mo-money
The bank yo
I think like a radical
Move just like a militant
Whenever niggas see me they nervous
And get to trembling bitches think I’m sexy
The industry say I’m criminal
People think I’m crazy
The haters say I ain’t lyrical
But who you think the killers and
Real niggas gonna listen to?
They know that I’m 100 and
None of yall believable killed competition
I got em just by a landslide
They ain’t fucking with me like
Stepping onto a landmine, boom!
Black bandanas is in the room
I speak for the thugs the voice of every goon
I run with the vultures
Prove that I’m a soldier
I don’t claim a set but
I embrace the gang culture
What did you expect when you
Niggas flirting with death?
You could see it my way or
See the front of my tech it’s a movement
One wrong move will get your brain split
It’s hustle hard, money in the bank bitch
My young broad telling me I
Need to go out more
No time trying to bigger than all out doors
It’s a drought right now
Waiting on the downpour
I’m about my paper little
Lady you about yours
Got a couple rap dollars but
I’m trying to count more
Industry fight funny, had to go southpaw
It’s a new era, got the same cap Jay wore
Married to the streets, my in laws is outlaws
Related by blood to the homies that’s thug
And the shorties that take trips
Ride with the drugs
Ain’t got no kind of love for
The rats and the snitches
They can’t stand to witness us
Go from rags to riches stay focused shun
Forget the baddest of the bitches
That will come later
What matters is the business
Follow me homie, I eat, breathe and shit this
And you can grab everything
That’s on your wishlist