[Verse 1]
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Fuck rap, I've been rich, crack by my stick shift
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Oxy like concerts, always my bread first
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GetMine my nickname, O-X and cocaine
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Nina my new thing, blew up before fame
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Heart filled with octane, fire in my soul
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Burn through my shoestring, came up from boosting
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Du-rags and flatlines, drive-by's at bedtime
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Get down, I earn mine, so one loss they can't sign
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Thank God that I'm straight, no wonder my mom prayed
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Lost one of my cuzzos, cursed from them devils
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Good weed and me time, goodbye to Nissan
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Cause one day this rappin' gon' pay
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[Hook]
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So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind
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Niggas talkin' 'bout, soundin' like la-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do
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Now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind
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Niggas talkin' 'bout, soundin' like la-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do
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La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do
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La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do, niggas talkin' 'bout
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La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do
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La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do, now we 'bout to break the bank
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[Verse 2]
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My time to show out, finally the illest Crip
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And I guarantee, I spit harder than concrete
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Surprised I got teeth, my lungs inhale keef
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Peyote with THC, swingin' for the fence
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I hope I make it out the park, where the baseheads slide
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After dark, where the bangers get caught
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Hid the gun in the trees, arrest me by the court
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I just wanna smoke weed and sip lean by the quart, for real
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Good weed, I hit that, crack rock, I sold that
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Oxy, I hid that, right by my nutsack
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Fuck pigs, I bust back, learned that from Deuce rap
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Peanut and B-loon, had gats before racks
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Way 'fore I found rap, bitch I had them things wrapped
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Astro on my cap, this shot ain't no phone app
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Chucks on my young heel, make sure that my sag ill
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Learn my set trip grill, trade in my big wheel
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Good grades and skipped school, this life gon' catch up soon
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Sure 'nough that shit did, 20 year old kid
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Got off my behind, write me some sweet lines
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Cause one day my story gon' pay
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[Hook]
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[Interlude]
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Your bitch wanted cash, get her, know I'm around boy
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Tell Kendrick move from the throne, I came for it
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I hope this fuckin' hit arrange for it, cause Goddamn
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[Bridge]
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What you talkin' 'bout if it ain't 'bout the money?
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Neck full of gold, I'm attracted to the honey
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Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money
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On Figueroa, close your eyes, might need ya mommy
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[Verse 3]
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Fuck rap, my shit real, came up off them pills
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Hustle for my meal, grindin' for my deal
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Love how I'm doing, long way from grooving
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Bitch call me 2 Chainz, units be moving
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Go hard for my Joy, so she don't need no boy
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Smile stay on her face, big room with her own space
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Up all night, the hard way, don't care if it take all day
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I let y'all fucks parlay, you wonder why I'm straight
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New shoes and sick clothes, bitches be front row
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Bow down her tempo, I don't know her info
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Threw up my peace sign, go rare with mignon
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Cause one day this rappin' gon' pay
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[Hook]
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[Bridge]
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Break The Bank
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| Schoolboy Q |
