' 'Cause when breadrin' they return love they don't stress him 'Cause gangstas do gangsta shit, real recognize real Still laughing to the bank and shit
who thirst for blood and oil? Yes a spectacle monopolized They hold the reins, stole your eyes All the fistagons the bullets and bombs Who stuff the banks
my crew very humongous I said T.I hold ya head and Mack hold ya head wish i could but i cant say some other names cuz of the feds and to my bloods, code
that mighty dollar Roll with the bone, mo' thugs will follow Chain gang remains the same Flamin' my dank and drinkin' brew Thinkin' about hangin', clockin' my bank
' Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet While your bullethole still be bleedin' But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank
down, Nigga show some love, ain?t no hoes in ta us We can swing the bus, we can share some blood, Blood blood, blood-blood-blood-blood, blood, Let a nigga
For cars and wheels, for grills and chains For cows and bulls, for screens and bang For candy paint, my life done changed My kids is grown, I needs the bank My bank
dude thinkin'? You can cheat the rules of the streets, and not leave stinkin'? I can squeeze without blinkin', I'm a cold blooded nigga Bank robber
steering wheels and grand but I ain't trippin' out here, flippin' I just need to thank money miny, yo all the mission tryin' to steal me bank ride and
bank cash that check pick up the car that my wife wrecked workin over time just trying to make his meat drop off the dog pick up the kids my blood pressures
can get your ass popped over the way that dice (Shake) I bought Dre to the Hood the driver was ready to (Shake) Guess he aint seen a real Blood hand (
missin' the vision, it's the blaze of glory [Chorus] [Ab-Liva] Sheah, the blaze of glory, rewrite history Turn pages for me, my story is epic Hustle in my blood
does, I anit messing with you can'ts, Someone can do negro, A real-life California hero, About six zeros at the end of the number in my bank account,
Here I told him he disrespect my click i bust his cerebellum nigga you's a snake lower than a snakes belly botton soulja im the shit cousin we are not no family Blood
ya girl get Barry Manilow in this bitch, In the body of the World, money is the blood, And everyday I be back and forward to the blood bank, Uhh making
You read of the tree beget by God That raised its branches into the sky Every branch of knowledge Of the cradle of civilization Of the banks of the
So we were terrified of water And of all the sons and daughters No one dared to see On the banks of the coastline I tracked a bleeding loved one His blood
name it would be Benjamin Frank I got money in the bank, I got money in the back Got some under the bed put some money on your head New Orleans Eastside blood