- Votes:
- Composers:
- Curtis James Jackson
- Tyrone Fyffe
- Andre Romell Young
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- 50 cent
- g unit
- gangsta rap
- rap
 
- See also:
50 Cent - Straight To The Bank lyrics
Yeah, when I'm out in N.Y., boy it's blunts and phillies
 When I'm out in L.A., boy it's wraps and swishes
 Now Blood walk to this, now Crip walk to this
 Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit
 Now Blood walk to this, now Crip walk to this
 Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit
 I'm in my Lambo, maggot, my fo' fo', faggot
 Doors lift up I'm like Go-Go Gadget
 See the shit I got on, homey I hate too
 My teflon arm brought my government issues
 I'll hit your vertebrae, bullets rip through tissues
 Your wife on the futon huggin' the shih tzu
 Homey you a bitch, you got feminine ways
 Heard you got four lips and bleed for seven days
 I got fo' fifths and bananas on the case
 And got more whips than a runaway slave
 Me and Yayo go back like some high top fades
 When I made fifty mill, Em got paid
 When I made sixty mill, Dre got paid
 When I made eighty mill, Jimmy got paid
 I ain't even gotta rap now life is made
 Said I ain't even gotta rap, I'm filthy mayne
 I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this
 (Ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
 I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this
 (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
 I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this
 (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
 I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this
 (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
 I'm laughin'
 50 Cent - Straight To The Bank - http://motolyrics.com/50-cent/straight-to-the-bank-lyrics.html
 I see nothin' but hundred dollar bills in the bank roll
 I got the kind of money that the bank can't hold
 Got it off the street movin' bundles and loads
 Seventy Three Caprice, old school when I roll
 Breeze pass with the E Pass fuck the toll
 No more platinum, I'm wearin' gold
 I'm internationally known as the kid with the flow
 That brings enough dough, it's never enough though
 Shit I need mo', I need shit out the sto'
 Baby Blue was old fresh out the flo'
 Stashbox by the dashbox in case they want war
 Make the purple bring the green in, fuck the law
 I'm oh so raw, I'm hot I'm sure
 I'm like the coolest motherfucker around the globe boy
 I set the club on fire I told ya
 I'm the general, salute me soldier
 I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this
 (Ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
 I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this
 (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
 I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this
 (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
 I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this
 (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
 I'm laughin'
 Now work it out now, shorty work it out
 I wanna see you break it down
 Now back it up now, you know what I'm about
 It's like a bank job, I'm rentin' them out
 Now work it out now, work it out, work it out
 Now work it out now, work it out, work it out













