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money in the bank. - weakenedartist lyrics

(verse)
i got my glock in the club, i was strapped like a g*y b*tch
hey b*tch, i’m not the type of n*gga to be played with
new year, same me, my n*gga, i ain’t changing
n*ggas really testing me my n*gga, i ain’t playing
i got my money in the bank
f*ck n*gga what’s your rank
strippers, in the f*cking club, i’ma let that money rain
i be rubbin’ off the paint
got my n*ggas smokin’ dank
if you try to press my n*ggas, i’ma let that 30 bang
i got my money in the bank
f*ck n*gga what’s your rank
strippers, in the f*cking club, i’ma let that money rain
i be rubbin’ off the paint
got my n*ggas smokin’ dank
if you try to press my n*ggas, i’ma let that 30 bang

(verse 2)
ya mans got shot but you ain’t spin back
get back, all you f*cking do is talk that chit chat
if you go against me, my n*gga, that’s a mismatch
glock 19, with the motherf*ckin’ clip attached
bang, bang, bang, bang that’s how i shoot n*ggas
if a n*gga want a problem, i’ma get the tool n*gga
weakened in this b*tch, what the f*ck you gonna do n*gga?
say some sh*t to my face, you gon’ lose your tooth n*gga
i been doing music, for like 6 years
i be ballin like i’m f*ckin’ playing with the cavaliers
keep talkin’ sh*t, i’ma whisper in your b*tch ears
i think i just k!lled this track, b*tch cheers

- weakenedartist lyrics

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