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lirik lagu the bank – boys with cake

yo yo, we got lil paycheck comin atcha today
payday rap, here we go, uh, uh

yeah i got those thin stacks you already know
count my dollars on my fingers, got a ways to go
working all my life with not much to show
gettin pretty sick of not having dough

can’t ever drop cash when i’m hangin with the bros
at the club, make it rain nickels on these h*es
as you’d expect, being broke really blows
i’m tired of hearing, “that’s just the way it goes”

i know there’s gotta be a better way to rise
keep lookin for a way that i can glamorize
but i’m still out here strugglin to survive
i sigh and glance over at my forty*five

with all these bills my accounts boutta tank
gotta make up for the slack right before i sank
feelin like walter white but without a hank
i turn bad, grab a mask, and go rob a bank

(chorus)
i’m breaking glass, kickin a**, rush the back, yeah i’m fast
find the stash, take that cash, pack my bags, gotta dash
cops bust in, see a flash, take a hostage, eyes roll back
flee the scene, hit the gas, turn the corner, don’t look back

this sh*t too easy for me, it’s hardly fun
it’s like i’m deer hunting with a minigun
i’m in and outta there like a hit*and*run
gonna take these banks down one*by*one

i get home with my bags feelin pretty dope
already got another spot to hit in the scope
yeah i know i’m headed down a slippery slope
but i can’t give up now, can’t give up hope

never have to worry bout supplies running low
when i need a couple racks i know where to go
boutta grow my money trees, call me gmo
run to new york with all my bills** buffalo

no i don’t know how to stop when i get ahead
this sh*t religion, you know i need my daily bread
i can’t help myself, so til i’m dead
lord, i’m gonna pursue it all** amen

feelin c*cky, feelin tough, boutta risk my luck
b*tch i’m over petty cash, don’t want a quick buck
if i wanna raise the stakes, i gotta buckle up
we in the big leagues gotta call for backup

call a couple homies and they wanna pull through
we come up with a plan that we can stick to
i tell em, “scout the outside and then i’ll meet you”
“wanna start this off myself and you can follow through” (telephone voice)

roll up outside, yeah i’m chompin at the bit
rush in through those doors, i’m boutta shoot the sh*t
i’m spotted by a guard, i admit i take a hit
can’t really move my arm, but you know i never quit

cops pull up, bro i ain’t tryna get detained
they shoot their shot, but i still got money on my brain
i’m in a tough spot, there goes another bang
here comes some help… gang gang gang gang

with this extra help we start to turn the tide
man it sure helps to have more arms on your side
i watch with a smile as the cops get wide eyed
they’re getting scared, they boutta flee back out* bang

- boys with cake

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