Smoke DZA, Numberz, Tish Hyman - Bank Withdrawal lyrics
[Smoke DZA, Numberz, Tish Hyman - Bank Withdrawal lyrics]
Yeah, it's cold as a motherfucker
New York and LA, uh la-di da-di da-di da da
Kush god, bitch really
Yeah, yeah, yeah look
This a one time wear
It's a conversational piece (yeah)
My first Rolex, I put my faith in the piece
At a time when I had no business
I had no place in the streets (yeah)
I saw my first zip that very moment
Woken the beast a whole 'nother feat
Grown man be I may require
Me rollin' my sleeve (Uh)
You ain't gotta scratch, if they stop us
You holdin' a tree
Actin' like you kingpin like you
Got the yola for free (Uh)
Cappin' like it's raw
But it look like soda to me
Niggas'll hit you with the okie doke
And when you go to call 'em out, look at 'em
Emotional
Bullshit overload, duh, that's a fad
My flow, that's a bag my lady, she a Sag'
Irrational me when she mad
Dupe Mr bud with Valley schwag
Five-star nigga
Still get a plate from Cali Dad
Touch down in the A, see what Follies had
Straight action
I ain't got no time to lollygag
Right, if the bag ain't there, don't hit me
Don't hit me uh, bank withdrawals
All the bread come crispy oh oh
Uh, filthy, hope them folks don't frisk me
Frisk me
Uh, if you gettin' to it, get with me
Get with me
The foreigns, the Porches, the Benz
The blessings, the lessons, the gems
To all my niggas gettin' ends
Keep the bread up, live good
East coast, West coast, worldwide
Success to our haters' sore eyes
Stay close, real niggas don't die
If you gettin' to it get, with me
Landed at JFK, queue Horace Brown
"One for the Money" (One for the money)
Cartier bracelets, one for my honey (Woo)
Harlem nigga, that fly, respect my bungee
(Uh) before you flex, put your man on
He lookin' hungry (Right)
Rather be honest 'fore I fabricate a story
(Uh) i was depressed
I'd rather advocate for glory (Uh)
Bob Horry bling seven of my fingers
Was on the block, heavy pitchin'
My path was known as a sinker
Phone on buzz, give it a second to link up
(Uh) puttin' the pieces together
I gotta be careful like Jenga
Fast life, cook a lot, fender to fender
On point, December to December
Wise words from me, winter to winter
They say every ending's a new beginning (Uh)
That means it's a brand new bag
I'm super with it
It's good for me, it's good for business
I burn it down 'til I'm good and finished
Right, if the bag ain't there, don't hit me
Don't hit me uh, bank withdrawals
All the bread come crispy oh oh
Uh, filthy, hope them folks don't frisk me
Frisk me
Uh, if you gettin' to it, get with me
Get with me
The foreigns, the Porches, the Benz
The blessings, the lessons, the gems
To all my niggas gettin' ends
Keep the bread up, live good
East coast, West coast, worldwide
Success to our haters' sore eyes
Stay close, real niggas don't die
If you gettin' to it get, with me
Yo, I be on the block
(Uh, huh) , thuggin' with my crew and shit
My homies, they be shootin' shit
They move a bitch like Ludacris
(That's right)
Boom, bang, zoom to the moon with this
The toolie grip chopper chop suey kick to
Stop that kung-fu foolishness (Fact)
Life is like a movie flick
It's horror then it's humorous (Uh, huh)
Action packed it usually is
Romantic how I blew the kiss (Kiss)
Drama when it's late at night, no
You don't want no smoke with me
Physically, metaphorically
Spray that K like potpourri (Yep)
Got some dope
I hope that grows 'fore Oprah sees
Get ghost and float to overseas
Money toast, but no police, choke and bleed
(Nah) that's bloody murder, man
Rest in peace to them black lives
I'm off the corner, jump in that water
Get baptized
My niggas hustle, y'all jokers be frontin'
(Uh, huh) my niggas be gettin' money, y'all
Ballin' out on a budget, haa
I'm out here, East coast, nigga, worldwide
Uptown, thorough side, real nigga certified
Huh
If you gettin' to the bag, get with me
Motherfucker
If you ain't gettin' to the bag, don't hit me
You ain't know nothin', man
Only answer here beside me 'bout to die
Fuck outta here
Rest in peace to my nigga Lex, rest in peace
You hear me?
New York and LA, uh la-di da-di da-di da da
Kush god, bitch really
Yeah, yeah, yeah look
This a one time wear
It's a conversational piece (yeah)
My first Rolex, I put my faith in the piece
At a time when I had no business
I had no place in the streets (yeah)
I saw my first zip that very moment
Woken the beast a whole 'nother feat
Grown man be I may require
Me rollin' my sleeve (Uh)
You ain't gotta scratch, if they stop us
You holdin' a tree
Actin' like you kingpin like you
Got the yola for free (Uh)
Cappin' like it's raw
But it look like soda to me
Niggas'll hit you with the okie doke
And when you go to call 'em out, look at 'em
Emotional
Bullshit overload, duh, that's a fad
My flow, that's a bag my lady, she a Sag'
Irrational me when she mad
Dupe Mr bud with Valley schwag
Five-star nigga
Still get a plate from Cali Dad
Touch down in the A, see what Follies had
Straight action
I ain't got no time to lollygag
Right, if the bag ain't there, don't hit me
Don't hit me uh, bank withdrawals
All the bread come crispy oh oh
Uh, filthy, hope them folks don't frisk me
Frisk me
Uh, if you gettin' to it, get with me
Get with me
The foreigns, the Porches, the Benz
The blessings, the lessons, the gems
To all my niggas gettin' ends
Keep the bread up, live good
East coast, West coast, worldwide
Success to our haters' sore eyes
Stay close, real niggas don't die
If you gettin' to it get, with me
Landed at JFK, queue Horace Brown
"One for the Money" (One for the money)
Cartier bracelets, one for my honey (Woo)
Harlem nigga, that fly, respect my bungee
(Uh) before you flex, put your man on
He lookin' hungry (Right)
Rather be honest 'fore I fabricate a story
(Uh) i was depressed
I'd rather advocate for glory (Uh)
Bob Horry bling seven of my fingers
Was on the block, heavy pitchin'
My path was known as a sinker
Phone on buzz, give it a second to link up
(Uh) puttin' the pieces together
I gotta be careful like Jenga
Fast life, cook a lot, fender to fender
On point, December to December
Wise words from me, winter to winter
They say every ending's a new beginning (Uh)
That means it's a brand new bag
I'm super with it
It's good for me, it's good for business
I burn it down 'til I'm good and finished
Right, if the bag ain't there, don't hit me
Don't hit me uh, bank withdrawals
All the bread come crispy oh oh
Uh, filthy, hope them folks don't frisk me
Frisk me
Uh, if you gettin' to it, get with me
Get with me
The foreigns, the Porches, the Benz
The blessings, the lessons, the gems
To all my niggas gettin' ends
Keep the bread up, live good
East coast, West coast, worldwide
Success to our haters' sore eyes
Stay close, real niggas don't die
If you gettin' to it get, with me
Yo, I be on the block
(Uh, huh) , thuggin' with my crew and shit
My homies, they be shootin' shit
They move a bitch like Ludacris
(That's right)
Boom, bang, zoom to the moon with this
The toolie grip chopper chop suey kick to
Stop that kung-fu foolishness (Fact)
Life is like a movie flick
It's horror then it's humorous (Uh, huh)
Action packed it usually is
Romantic how I blew the kiss (Kiss)
Drama when it's late at night, no
You don't want no smoke with me
Physically, metaphorically
Spray that K like potpourri (Yep)
Got some dope
I hope that grows 'fore Oprah sees
Get ghost and float to overseas
Money toast, but no police, choke and bleed
(Nah) that's bloody murder, man
Rest in peace to them black lives
I'm off the corner, jump in that water
Get baptized
My niggas hustle, y'all jokers be frontin'
(Uh, huh) my niggas be gettin' money, y'all
Ballin' out on a budget, haa
I'm out here, East coast, nigga, worldwide
Uptown, thorough side, real nigga certified
Huh
If you gettin' to the bag, get with me
Motherfucker
If you ain't gettin' to the bag, don't hit me
You ain't know nothin', man
Only answer here beside me 'bout to die
Fuck outta here
Rest in peace to my nigga Lex, rest in peace
You hear me?