Bank

I'ma keep on laughin' straight up to that bank

Yeah, it's money in my pocket, call it fish fillet

And all these bitches that be watchin, cannot get a plate

He wasn't down with FTY, so move up out our way

It was me, spazz, and bizzie in that basement

Niggas never knew that we slept on that pavement

And when we caught that boy, y'all know that he was heaven sent

I told my mama, fuck her job, I'm finna pay her rent

Chandeliers up on my neck, and chandeliers up on my wrist

Got caught up one time, the judge had gave me a slap on the wrist