(Intro)

It's all I need
To get to where I'm going fast
(No Smoking)
Speed demon
I can hear the

(Riff)
(Woah)
X10

(Chorus)

I get the bag, then spend for the hell of it
Was fuckin ya hoe, she told me she celibate
I love the cash
I think I should marry it
Killing this beat
I think I should bury it
I love the cash
I think I should lay with it
Went to the bank
Was thinking bout savin’ it
(Was thinking bout savin’ it)
(Verse 1)

At the ATM, bout to make a deposit
Run up on me and your heart ima stop it
I keep a cannon like I play for the rockets
Bakery
Keep Baquettes on my neck
It’s summertime and I’m riding around wit the Clique
Riding around wit the hammer
It came wit the clip
Bro got the Kil-Tec Peace
He hit and thats it!
Bro got the Kil-Tec Peace
And It aim
Ye, better hope that n***a miss!
Bro got the Kil-Tec Peace
And it aim
Ye, better hope a n***a miss!
Better hope a n***a miss!
Pour up in a fuckin Sierra Mist

(Woah)

(Verse 2)

Smokin on gas it hit like an 808
Smoking on boof then a young n***a fadeaway
I get the sack for real
Ballin like I got a deal ye
Trip out to Beverly Hills ye
Ballin like I got a deal ye
Trip out to Beverly Hills ye
(Chorus)

I get the bag then spend for the hell of it
Fuckin ya hoe
She told me she celibate
I got the cash
I think I should marry it
Killin this beat
I think I should bury it
I love the cash
I think i should lay wit
(I think I should lay wit it)
Went to the bank
Was thinking bout savin it
Went to the bank
Was thinking bout savin it