Schoolboy Q - Break The Bank

Дата добавления: 02 сентября 2017

Формат: mp3

Исполнители: Schoolboy Q

Битрейт: 320 Kbps

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Текст песни

[Verse 1:]
Fuck rap, I've been rich, crack by my stick shift,
Oxy like concerts, always my bread first,
Getmine my nickname, O-X and cocaine,
Nina my new thing, blew up before fame,
Heart filled with octane, fire in my soul,
Burn through my shoestring, came up from boostin',
Du-rags and flatlines, drive-bys at bedtime,
Get down, I heard, mom, someone lost they grandson,
Thank God that I'm straight, no wonder my mom prayed,
Lost one of my cuzzos, cursed from them devils,
Good weed and me time, goodbye to Nissan,
‘Cause one day this rappin' gon' pay.

[Chorus:]
So now we 'bout to break the bank!
Money be on my mind,
Niggas talkin' 'bout soundin' like,
La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do.
So now we 'bout to break the bank!
Money be on my mind,
Niggas talkin' 'bout soundin' like,
La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do,
La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do,
La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do, niggas talkin' 'bout,
La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do,
La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do,
Now we 'bout to break the bank!

[Verse 2:]
My time to s;ow out, finally the illest Crip,
And I guarantee, I spit harder than concrete,
Surprised I got teeth, my lungs inhale keef
Peyote with THC, swinging for the fence,
I hope I make it out the park, where the baseheads slide
After dark, where the bangers get caught,
Hid the gun in the trees, arrest me by the court,
I just wanna smoke weed and sip lean by the quart, for real.
Good weed, I hit that, crack rock, I sold that,
Oxy, I hid that, right by my nutsack
Fuck pigs, I bust back, learned that from Deuce Rat,
Peanut and B-Loon, had gats before racks,
Way 'fore I found rap, bitch, I had them things wrapped,
Astro on my cap, this shot ain't no phone app,
Chucks on my young heel, make sure that my sag ill,
Learn my set trip grill, trade in my big wheel,
Good grades and skipped school, this life gon' catch up soon,
Sure 'nough that sait did, twenty-year-old kid,
Got off my behind, write me some sweet lines,
‘Cause one day my story gon' pay.

[Chorus:]
So now we 'bout to break the bank!
Money be on my mind,
Niggas talkin' 'bout soundin' like,
La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do.
So now we 'bout to break the bank!
Money be on my mind,
Niggas talkin' 'bout soundin' like,
La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do,
La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do,
La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do, niggas talkin' 'bout,
La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do,
La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do,
Now we 'bout to break the bank!

Your bitch wanted cash, get her, know I'm around, boy! Tell Kendrick, move from the throne, I came for it. I hope this fuckin' hit arrange for it, ‘cause goddamn!

[Bridge:]
What you talkin' 'bout if it ain't 'bout the money?
Neck full of gold, I'm attracted to the honey,
Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money,
On Figueroa, close your eyes, might need ya mommy.

[Verse 3:]
Fuck rap, my shit real, came up off them pills,
Hustle for my meal, grindin' for my deal,
Love how I'm doin', long way from groovin',
Bitch, call me 2 Chainz, units be movin',
Go hard for my Joy, so she don't need no boy,
Smile stay on her face, big room with her own space,
Up all night, the hard way, don't care if it take all day,
I let y'all fucks parler, you wonder why I'm straight.
New shoes and sick clothes, bitches be front row,
Bow down her temple, I don't know her info,
Threw up my peace sign, go rare with my mignon,
‘Cause one day this rappin' gon' pay.

[Chorus:]
So now we 'bout to break the bank!
Money be on my mind,
Niggas talkin' 'bout soundin' like,
La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do.
So now we 'bout to break the bank!
Money be on my mind,
Niggas talkin' 'bout soundin' like,
La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do,
La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do,
La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do, niggas talkin' 'bout,
La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do,
La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do,
Now we 'bout to break the bank!

[Bridge:]
What you talkin' 'bout if it ain't 'bout the money?
Neck full of gold, I'm attracted to the honey,
Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money,
On Figueroa, close your eyes, might need ya mommy.

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