Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Slip into the room like karate shoes
Impalas coming up the avenue by the two
It was twenty cars in the crew
You know we gettin' loot, it ain't hard to tell
We stacking that mail, the real will prevail
Sure, them snakes will reveal their scales
Try to blend in as your friends and pals
I don't need them, they won't see me fail
But all of my podnas, we on top still
Closing them deals, chopping up mills
Signed and sealed, check in the envelope
Cop a car tonight, we gon' see how fast that bitch go, hustling for more
Too busy playing the game for the glory
To worry 'bout the scope
But I know one thing absolutely sure
We did the money dance in the Bentley store
I got an eye for the hundreds and a fast car
A passport, an ounce full of killer in the bag
We mad smart, showed up hella high
Dress sharp, front row, game four at the playoffs
Money in the bank ain't safe at all
Money in the bank any day could be lost
I still believe in the shoebox law
I could put your life savings in the sock drawer
I buy a house, I'ma gut out the wall
I buy a house, I'ma dig up the yard
Deep freezer in the garage, a hundred large
Cold cash, yeah
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