(Verse)
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Put the cash in the duffle bag
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Got sown off, you don¡¯t want none of that
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Empty the safe, I am here for a couple gram
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Please don¡¯t be brave, you could die, do you understand?
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You free the cash receipt, the bang you heard
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You never land like Peter Pan for real
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Could David Cameron got brushed from bills
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It¡¯s why your man your man and here to steal
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So give me the paper, I¡¯ll show you the flame up
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I¡¯m holding the place up, I¡¯ll show you your maker
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Open your face up so no one can save ya
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I show¡¯d you the laser, hand over the payment
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Like all of the guap, you touched it you¡¯re long bruff, you¡¯re getting popped
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You better stay calm, no calling the cops
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With a gun in yo face, I¡¯m calling the shots
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(Hook)
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Give me the cash dough, grab it and run
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See man this glass broke so give me the fun, you heard?
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So put the money in the bag
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Don¡¯t let my man, let the middle of the mackin
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No, don¡¯t call anyone
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You¡¯ll get your nose broke from the butt of the gun, you heard?
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So put the money in the bag
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Get to the car, put your foot on the gas
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(Verse)
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Take the bag bitch, fill it
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Tell you what, time¡¯s livin
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In and out three linets and your head rolled here
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I let sling get it, I let Superman get it
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Even Supergirl get it, get it crystal clear
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Along, better disregard it
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Get your face on the carpet
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Everybody breathing¡¯s a moving target
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In the A wealth life is horrid,
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Salaries are weak, the bank can¡¯t afford it
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CCTV, man record it
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Got the Hollywood link up, face made up
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Ski masks through the glasses, two guns up
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Free shirt in the jumper
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Poking me up and the sweat pants over the jeans
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Changing the locks and the guards just to get away clean
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Getaway car, start using a magnet
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To set north, so GPS can¡¯t track in it
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(Hook)
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Give me the cash dough, grab it and run
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See man this glass broke so give me the fun, you heard?
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So put the money in the bag
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Don¡¯t let my man, let the middle of the mackin
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No, don¡¯t call anyone
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You¡¯ll get your nose broke from the butt of the gun, you heard?
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So put the money in the bag
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Get to the car, put your foot on the gas
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(Verse)
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Put the money in the bag, tell your younger brother
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Don¡¯t think I¡¯ll move an inch and call down the live rounds
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Blast your money through the back, where the fuck¡¯s the stash
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Common peacock before leak up
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¡®Cause either way little fucker you¡¯ve been hot
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You hear the trigger as it squeezes, the barrel as it screeches
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After we been blammin out your beef
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With the back end of the mack hand
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Jackin your crack then, aim the big block
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Counting out receipts, forget running to the feds when confronted by hot led
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You¡¯ll regret it when the gun¡¯s up in your neck
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Bust your fuckin head with buck of the tech 9
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I¡¯m out to get my money
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And nobody after that,
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Make the right decision, don¡¯t gamble with your life if he puts a knife
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Tell me what¡¯s the value or the price
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I want them diamonds and cash, so hurry up and put the money in the bag
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(Hook)
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Give me the cash dough, grab it and run
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See man this glass broke so give me the fun, you heard?
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So put the money in the bag
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Don¡¯t let my man, let the middle of the mackin
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No, don¡¯t call anyone
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You¡¯ll get your nose broke from the butt of the gun, you heard?
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So put the money in the bag
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Get to the car, put your foot on the gas
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(Outro)
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Oh I had a motherfuckin dream man
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What the fuck was the dream about G?
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I dreamed that I was hard
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Money In The Bag
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Micall Parknsun |