Piggy Bank

Clickity-clank, clickity-clank

The money goes into my piggy bank

Clickity-clank, clickity-clank

The money goes into my piggy bank

Man, I'll get at you, my knife cut your skin

I'll get at you, blow shots at you, man

I'll get at you, 2Pac don't pretend

I'll get at you, I'll put that to an end

That end shit is old, don't be screaming, "Get at me, dog"

Have you running for your life when I'm at your bar

I get to waving that semi like it's legal

A lil' **** hurt his arm letting off that Eagle

You know me, black on black Bentley, big old black nine

I'll clap your monkey ass, yeah, black on black crime

Big old chrome rims gleam, you know how I shine

Come on, man, you know how I shine

I'm in the hood, in the drop, Teflon vinyl top

Got a hundred guns, a hundred clips

Why I don't hear no shots?

That fat **** thought Lean Back was in the club

My shit sold 11 mill, his shit was a dud

Jada, don't fuck with me if you wanna eat

'Cause I'll do your little ass like Jay did Mobb Deep

Yeah, homie, in New York, **** like your vocals

But that's only New York, dawg, your ass is local

Clickity-clank, clickity-clank

The money goes into my piggy bank

Clickity-clank, clickity-clank

The money goes into my piggy bank

Yeah, yeah, yeah, get more money, more money

Yeah, yeah, yeah, get more money, more money

Yeah, yeah, yeah, get more money, more money

Yeah, yeah, yeah, get more money, more money

Bank's shit sells, Buck's shit sells

Game's shit sells, I'm rich as hell

Shyne popping off his mouth from a cell

He don't want it with me, he in PC

I could have a **** run up on him with a shank

For just a few pennies out my piggy bank

Yeah, yo, bring the condoms, I'm in room 203

Freak bitch look like Kim before the surgery

It's an emergency when Michael Jackson see

Looked at a picture and says, she looks like me

Kelis said her milkshake bring all the boys to the yard

Then Nas went and tattooed the bitch on his arm

I mean, like way out in Cali, **** know you, 'cause

First thing they say about you is you a sucker for love

This is chess, not checkers, these are warning shots

After your next move, I'll give you what I got, yeah

Clickity-clank, clickity-clank

The money goes into my piggy bank

Clickity-clank, clickity-clank

The money goes into my piggy bank

Yeah, yeah, get more money, more money

Yeah, yeah, yeah, get more money, more money

Yeah, yeah, yeah, get more money, more money

Yeah, yeah, yeah, get more money, more money

I'm gonna get at you, I'll punch out your grill

I'll get at you, let off that blue steel

I'll get at you, ****, I'm for real

I'll get at you, get your ass killed

Yeah, yeah

Y'all **** gotta do something now, man

All the shoot 'em up shit y'all been talking

You gotta do something, baby

I mean, I mean, come on, man, everybody's listening

****, everybody's listening

I know you ain't gon' just let 50 do you like that

I mean damn, rep your hood, ****

****, you hard, right? Pop off

Yeah, yo, give my orders to them **** on the phone

Tell them **** I said grip up

**** got a green light on these monkeys