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letra de all cash in the bank - yung flexzo & rado blickz

[intro: yung flexzo]
(ayy, bl!ckz on the track, b-tch!)
whole lotta pain in the bank, ya feel me?
woo—flexzo!
yeah, yeah, uh (grrrt! boom!)

[verse 1: yung flexzo]
i put blood on the pavement, i ain’t never need a label (never)
stackin’ dirty money in a clean-ass safe, tucked under the cable (facts)
ran off on the plug, he was talkin’ like he able (what?)
now he missin’ like a ghost, had to disconnect the cradle (boom!)
got a b-tch from the heights, she boujee but she snort lines (uh-huh)
got a chop in the benz, and a tec in the ‘23 (skrrt!)
had to double up quick, made a hunnid off the co-sign (woo!)
shooters in the back with a mask, no facetime (blrrr!)

[chorus: yung flexzo & rado bl!ckz]
all cash in the bank (bank!), rubber bands ’round the racks (racks!)
couple goons in the tank (grrr!), all my dawgs know the facts (facts!)
we was movin’ like a mob (mob), in the trap eatin’ scr-ps (yeah!)
now it’s louis on the tags, fifty bands just to laugh (sheesh!)

[verse 2: rado bl!ckz]
hop out the wraith like i stole it (skrrt!)
got a b-tch in the back and she throwin’ (throw it!)
had a mac in my locker in school
teachers knew but they act like they ain’t notice (p-ssy!)
put my life in this bl!cky, i told it (bow!)
crack on the stove, that’s a ritual
feds lookin’, i’m actin’ invisible (shhh!)
[bridge: rado bl!ckz]
(cl!ck-clack, boom!)
told flexzo, “we up next, don’t fold” (don’t fold!)
i got racks comin’ in too cold (too cold!)
try to run off, that story old (facts!)
we don’t talk, that sh-t get bold (never!)
put his name on a tee, that’s soul (gone!)
he was tweetin’, now he layin’ with mold (blah!)

[chorus: yung flexzo & rado bl!ckz]
all cash in the bank (yuh!), we don’t touch no checks (nah!)
got a safe in the floor (what?), and a stick by the desk (boom!)
she want louis and dior (uh-huh), i want silence, not stress (shut up!)
ain’t no pressure, just threats—press a b-tton, he’s next (grrt!)

[verse 3: yung flexzo]
i was up when they was sleep (yeah), i was starvin’, now i feast (let’s go!)
n-ggas act like they want beef, we serve sh-lls, not no meats (haha!)
now i’m posted with elites, ain’t no cap up in these streets (never!)
put his name in a verse? nah—we just creep, then delete (woo!)

[outro: rado bl!ckz]
(yeah… bl!ck-bl!ck!)
this real drill sh-t, no fairy tales, no cap
yung flexzo, bl!ckz—yeah, we back
and we just cashed out… again
f-ck you mean?

- yung flexzo rado blickz

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