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letra de fuck the bank - veeze

[intro: veeze]
(flea is the winner)
i know my name, man
i don’t give a f-ck about none of this sh-t
brothers only gang, rest in peace chop
rest in peace q dawg, n-gga

[verse 1: veeze]
i know my n-ggas lookin’ down smiling like lil’ bro wildin’ (uh-huh)
i made my daddy cry, he seen that itunes paid me ten thousand (yeah)
i hope you think it’s sweet speaking on me, i don’t say sh-t about it (i ain’t trippin’)
give me ten minutes, we gon’ cook yo’ ass like coney island
(baow, baow, baow)
n-gga i know it ain’t no problems ’cause you don’t want no problems (p-ssy ass n-gga)
yeah i know you playin’ with paper, i’m playin’ with paper and choppers (yeah i got both, n-gga)
yeah i know i’m snake and slimy, that don’t make you slimy
i graduated streets like college, ogs say i’m scholin’ (no cap)
i socked the ball again, they told me and i made some thousands (no cap)
i know you not cut from my cloth, i trapped in vacant houses (n-gga)
i talked to god, he said he sent me here just to be copied (d-mn)
my check’s so big, they think i hit the lotto like i’m shawni

[chorus: veeze & babyface ray]
all my n-ggas gon’ grind
all my n-ggas gon’ get a check (yeah)
and none of my n-ggas gon’ follow
all my n-ggas got trend, they set (yeah, yeah)
all my n-ggas is gon’ shine
all the opps gon’ end up wet (baow, baow, baow)
all my n-ggas hot, sellin’ bricks on the way to the feds
all my n-ggas geekin’, all my n-ggas booted up off med (ugh)
all my n-ggas said, “f-ck the bank, it’s under my bed”
(grra, grra, beep)
all my n-ggas said, “f-ck the bank, it’s under my bed”
cut lil’ mama off my team, look, ayy
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
cut lil’ baby off my team, she was just a day old
sp-ce, under my bed
[verse 2: babyface ray]
i cut lil’ baby off my team, she was just a day old (straight)
i’m up, i play broke, this or that, i play both
sir, do you wanna tell me anything? n-gga, no (nah)
hunnid, hunnid, hunnid on a fade, ten or fold (b-tch)
money, money, money on my mind, that’s what’s wrong (tuh)
hunnid days stuck down in yo’ town, ray come home (uh-uh)
he want a half, brodie want a half, break a whole (break it)
i put the mic down and work a bag, bring a load (on god)
every time face bust a play, it be racks (racks)
every time n-ggas hit record, it be cap (cap)
n-ggas tryna ride with my wave, give it back (give me that sh-t)
tweak the stick, turn it to a semi, it go brrra (brrra)

[chorus: veeze]
all my n-ggas gon’ grind
all my n-ggas gon’ get a check (yeah)
and none of my n-ggas gon’ follow
all my n-ggas got trend, they set (yeah, yeah)
all my n-ggas is gon’ shine
all the opps gon’ end up wet (baow, baow, baow)
all my n-ggas hot, sellin’ bricks on the way to the feds
all my n-ggas geekin’, all my n-ggas booted up off med (ugh)
all my n-ggas said, “f-ck the bank, it’s under my bed”
(grra, grra, beep)
all my n-ggas said, “f-ck the bank, it’s under my bed”

- veeze

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