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Back inside the bank, back inside the bank Hop up out the car, my styrofoam full of drank, yeah Back inside the bank, back inside the bank Got no time to talk, I'm talking money, what you think? Okay, back inside the bank, back inside the bank Hop up out the car, girl, that lean inside my drank Back inside the bank, back inside the bank Only got the time to talk 'bout money, what you think? Okay, I'll trap out the Venetian, I feel like Jesus People tryna crucify me, I've been slanging theses Everytime I ride around the city, got some pieces And my homies that been riding with me since I peeped this Out in Cali smoking Cali, my life full of beaches Everytime I rap, I charge a chopper for a feature That way, I could stack up all my ammo, that bando There my homie tried to make them racks out West Orlando I'm lit, yeah, fire on me, lit like a candle Can't fuck with you rappers, I just pulled off in the Lambo I'm back inside the bank, hey, back inside the bank Used to get them, piss and shit them, put some back on an estate Back inside the bank, back inside the bank (skrt skrt) Hop up out the car, styrofoam full of drank, hey Back inside the bank, back inside the bank Only got the time to talk 'bout money, what you think? Yeah, back inside the bank, back inside the bank Hop up out the car, styrofoam full of drank, hey Back inside the bank, back inside the bank Please don't hit my phone if it ain't money, what you think? From Letras Mania