Tekst Utworu

I'm on location, and I'm casin' it now We gotta wait, a cop is raisin' a brow Pardon me, I was just pacing around This is a robbery, now put your face on the ground And if I gave you a bag, make it heavier, quick When I said, "Heavy", in fact, I meant too heavy to lift This is America, bitch, and I'm a Capitalist Since misogyny's dead, you'll be my capital, bitch They call me Dallas, 'cause everything about me is big And I've been working for the system, that's how it was rigged I got a steep net worth going deep in the digits Now that it's a secret, but I keep it encrypted I'll liquidate your bank, makin' my stock boost The pigs are comin', who cut the livestock loose? It's like I'm in a barnyard, with all the bullshit on Wall Street But when I walk in, I'll make a wolf beg for dog treats I want heat, so I'm always outfitted Next to me, I got a SWAT team lookin' out-kitted If you wanna live, you'd better listen to my demands And if you didn't listen to me, hope you will to my friends They're taking notice, we cut to black as we kill cam Came in loaded, we setting up, and the drill jams (fuck) They paid the postage, delivery from a skilled man My gang intolerant, getaway in the milk van We break and entry from Houston to Dallas, crew full of malice I make a sentry, we shoot up the palace, using my talents We taking plenty, we move by the gallon, losing your balance We lining bold until they swoon like italics Bite like a wolf from the Tundra of Scandinavia I be shifting big oil richer than Saudi Arabia Piling up the cocaine whiter than any glacier And I don't need no therapist treating my kleptomania Popping down like a cloaker, hear the sound of the motor Blessed with Bain in our ear, we with the clowns like The Joker Lost and found at the brokers, driver round with a chauffeur Somebody call the Dentist, take the crown, and it's over (bitch) If you don't speak my language We ain't makin' no exchanges 'Cause I'm only talkin' money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money Money, money, money, money All I want is all your money Give me all your fuckin' money Money, money, money, money All your money if you wanna see your mummy again Shh, you're gonna have to keep it down I mean, really, don't wanna hear a peep a sound 'Cause I'ma sneaky clown who's gonna creep around And then I'll leave, unfound, that's how a thief is crowned As a masterful larceny artisan Part of the plan, raining cheddar like it's Parmesan 'Cause when I get that bag, ain't gonna get that back The way I get fat stacks, I need a larger van Pop through the window for a little Grand Theft Van Gogh Flip vaults upside-down, that's a bankroll Shop for deposits, whoops, got your lock picked I lift, bro, always making gains on the bag throw I harvest trustees and reap the green Depart with such ease, deplete your means But if I take a peak, well, then your pager beeps "Nope, false alarm, seems completely clean" (sucker) Yeah, I didn't listen to the plan (nah) Just hopped out of the van with grenades in hand (Buh, buh, bang) catch me if you can Man, I'm crazy fam Damn, I make 'em understand that I go loud Control crowds, and bluh, bluh, bluh 'til there's no sound You son of a bitch, I'm in for the heist Cash and C-stacks, I need that, a bit of advice Human shields are better than the type the pigs hide behind Trigger, pull it and spray bullets It shouldn't feel this good, should it? Your deposit, I took it, in the chopper I put it Hostages tied up and hooded, look, it's a bag, let me fill it Pushing in ammo and bullion, I live life on the edge Grit my teeth, feel the rush, then I aim for the head, yeah Uh, give me all that you've got When I call with the squad, everyone hides from the shots When I mask up, they gasp and start crying with snot And it will feel like overkill when I'm flying the SWAT I've been spendin' what I'm makin' Just for you to end up payin' 'Cause I'm only talkin' money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money All I want is all your money Give me all your fuckin' money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Said I'm already spent
Writer(s): John Gelardi, Timothy Ames Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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