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letra de open a bank - rio da yung og & 3200 tre

[intro: rio da yung og]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
money is not everything, n-gga
ghetto boy sh-t, n-gga
money is not everything, n-gga
everything is not money and money is not everything
you see what i’m sayin’?

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
me and jay finna open up a bank
put the gun in his face, open up the safe
we talkin’ pints of quay, i drink one a day
your b-tch say you treat her bad, she finna run away
he drunk so much bullsh-t lean, his stomach fake
you want a verse from me? give me a hundred k
right now i’m in the escalade with my uncle tay
with my nephew tay
i seen some dusty hoes, they got swеpt away
mike pulled off with the glock but i kеpt the k
i’m off a xanax, finna wreck the wraith
i did some amazing sh-t yesterday
yesterday, she let me f-ck, i’m gettin’ head today
you can’t find a n-gga turnt as me ’cause i said you can’t
b-tch, i said you ain’t
i broke the b-tch heart and i left her gay
you can’t sh-t talk like me, you a featherweight
you said you wrote me when i went to prison, what the letter say?
i hate hoes whose name start with a letter “a”
told the leanman to pull up and let me test the drank
[verse 2: 3200 tre]
huh, i got a dub for any n-gga that can mess with tre
you want everything out the pop, then take a extra straight
hmm, i will shoot on your sh-t, i will not hesitate
f-ck is n-ggas on? it’s not gon’ take a song to set the record straight
hmm, my b-tch and my wrist the same, they both got ice chips
i’ll take a n-gga sh-t fast, i do my heist quick
huh, you say my name, i’m bringin’ pain, i’m not gon’ type sh-t
if i press this sh-t, it’ll light the whole room up like a light switch
hmm, yesterday i hit three hoes, now my hip hurtin’
you can only call my phone to make a big purchase
i be too hot, sometimes my phone don’t even get service
how you thirty and ain’t got thirty thousand, you should’ve been workin’
like, gm probably got a spot for you
time don’t wait on n0body, it’s not gon’ stop for you
lil’ bro just got his cpl, i got a glock for him
if she had a little more ass, i would’ve popped shorty

[verse 3: rio da yung og]
you got a pint of tris’, i got a pop for you
rio not goin’ bankrupt, i’m not scott storch
he went against this sh-t and he got torched
he drove to michigan and got shot for it
broke a ‘bow down in 3.5s, these not quarters
ain’t no quay pints come this week ‘cause it’s on back order
i got some real scripts with the black border
he put my brother in a pack and he got smacked for it
i know where the wock’s at, i’m finna sn-tch four
i stand on business so much, my calves sore
i hit her from the back, now her back sore
i got a lot of racks and i don’t act poor
nah, i’m not a tight n-gga
i got a gun and kb got a gun, i won’t fight with you
i know he put his hands on his hoes ’cause he light-skinned
twelve hundred for the pants, they not tight fitted
they was loose fit
you know that n-gga shot your brother and you ain’t do sh-t
micky d’s the first on my list, don’t go to ruth chris
the shoe shop sunk, he had loose lips
[outro: rio da yung og]
this b-tch look like a toothpick
matter fact, i’m trippin’, she too thick
i got a new b-tch
i threw the old glock, i got a new switch
i got two clips
i can f-ck a b-tch good ’cause i got two hips
i hip roll
i f-cked a b-tch so long, now my d-ck swole
i never wear no motherf-ckin’ big clothes
i just bought my daughter rick clothes
and gucci clothes
and louis clothes
i never f-cked a b-tch in her bootyhole
i made a lot of money out the studio
i, i got eight thousand dollars, all twenties, that’s a dookie roll

- rio da yung og 3200 tre

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