I get bread, bread Christian Louboutins, I'm rockin'
Bottoms red, red She de-throat and spit up on it
She give head, head Please don't try to run up on me
You'll be dead, dead Racks in the bank, racks in the bank
Let's run up the bank Let's run up the bank
Bank account and keep on pilin' I get bread, bread
Christian Louboutins, I'm rockin' Bottoms red, red
I do the first class Flyin' in and out of state
Just cop the S-class Haters with the sour face
The teller know me firsthand I'm in and out the bank
Since Obama only president I care about his ranks
If not about the cake I'm probably an hour late
I do what they can't So fuck with the child bank
I'm superhero Blind fly without the cape
Run up on me, you goin' bye-bye It's not a prank
Similar to Mike Jack Hot as Rollie Dance
If the head good, I support Bitch, fuck your only 10
Y'all do anything for the gram Why y'all be trollin'? Damn
The plan is to run up the bands Invest in the stock and own us some land
Bank account and keep on pilin' I get bread, bread
Christian Louboutins, I'm rockin' Bottoms red, red
She de-throat and spit up on it She give head, head
Please don't try to run up on me You'll be dead, dead
Racks in the bank, racks in the bank Let's run up the bank
Bank account and keep on pilin' I get bread, bread
Christian Louboutins, I'm rockin' Bottoms red, red
Green Benjis, yellow diamonds, red Loobies
Lookin' like a traffic light Why your bitch choosy?
I take her back to the crib Make her get nudie
Then top son off We on the same shit, boosie
I'm usually with the goonies Don't try me, we grip toolies
And it'll be a homie Got shooters like Rick Ruby
Oh, I handle this like a pro I'm the illest with the flow
The realest that you'll ever know Whatever you need, I can give with a low
Bruce Lee with the glow All of my jewelry be froze
Like it was left in the snow If I'm in that spot, then it's lit, lit
If you sick, then I'm sick, sick Runnin' shit like trick, trick
Won't stop till I'm rich, rich, bitch
Bank account and keep on pilin' I get bread, bread
Christian Louboutins, I'm rockin' Bottoms red, red
She de-throat and spit up on it She give head, head
Please don't try to run up on me You'll be dead, dead
Racks in the bank Racks in the bank
Let's run up the bank Let's run up the bank
Bank account and keep on pilin' I get bread, bread
Christian Louboutins, I'm rockin' Bottoms red, red