I just walked inside the bank so I can make me a deposit
Shoot out in Houston for the flight, I blast off just like a rocket
Word around the way, go ask my niggas how we beat down Pockets
They still protestin' for the streets, why we screamin', f*ck the peace
You get in my way, I put your ass in place just like a piece
Hell nah, I can't go nowhere without my motherf*ckin' piece
DPD be tryna lock us up, still screamin', f*ck police
If my papa heard my music, I don't know what the f*ck he'll think
I'm tryna get money like I'm Mark, so I can rock chains with Cuban links
This bitch texted my phone, she talking bout, she said she wanna link
You wanna see my face? Then click my f*ckin' link
Nine times out of ten, I already saw you, but baby, I do not speak
I would tap a nigga arm if that nigga try to reach
When I catch that nigga down back, he better use his f*ckin' feet
You think you gettin' off on me like a cashier, I get receipts
We got so much f*ckin' guns, that's with drums like we make beats
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I just walked inside the bank so I can make me a deposit
Shoot out in Houston for the flight, I blast off just like a rocket
Word around the way, go ask my niggas how we beat down Pockets
They still protestin' for the streets, why we screamin', f*ck the peace
You get in my way, I put your ass in place just like a piece
Hell nah, I can't go nowhere without my motherf*ckin' piece
DPD be tryna lock us up, still screamin', f*ck police
If my papa heard my music, I don't know what the f*ck he'll think
I'm tryna get money like I'm Mark, so I can rock chains with Cuban links
This bitch texted my phone, she talking bout, she said she wanna link
You wanna see my face? Then click my f*ckin' link
Nine times out of ten, I already saw you, but baby, I do not speak
I would tap a nigga arm if that nigga try to reach
When I catch that nigga down back, he better use his f*ckin' feet
You think you gettin' off on me like a cashier, I get receipts
We got so much f*ckin' guns, that's with drums like we make beats
Shoot out in Houston for the flight, I blast off just like a rocket
Word around the way, go ask my niggas how we beat down Pockets
They still protestin' for the streets, why we screamin', f*ck the peace
You get in my way, I put your ass in place just like a piece
Hell nah, I can't go nowhere without my motherf*ckin' piece
DPD be tryna lock us up, still screamin', f*ck police
If my papa heard my music, I don't know what the f*ck he'll think
I'm tryna get money like I'm Mark, so I can rock chains with Cuban links
This bitch texted my phone, she talking bout, she said she wanna link
You wanna see my face? Then click my f*ckin' link
Nine times out of ten, I already saw you, but baby, I do not speak
I would tap a nigga arm if that nigga try to reach
When I catch that nigga down back, he better use his f*ckin' feet
You think you gettin' off on me like a cashier, I get receipts
We got so much f*ckin' guns, that's with drums like we make beats
Writer: TreVon Daniels
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