Maino - Money In The Bank lyrics

[Verse 1: PUSH!] I know people I ain't the criminal that you used to Move smart, can't be in a cell or cooped up Careful when I move stuff, see how I maneuver I'm about this loot bruh, could never be a loser Music like d** and the fans is my users Samples of this dope, trying to get some new abusers One for the sniffers and one for the shooters Stone cold hustler, looked in the eyes of Medusa Through the same shades Biggie had PUSH! is the future Main dropped “Hi Hater” the team we done moved up Still will hit the streets and blam heat at you poo-puts Put your whole clan under the white sheets like the Ku Klux Black flag, black tech, black mag Hit your chest shot back f*g, disrespect we will not have They got mad, the flow nasty like a snot rag But f** that n***a, show us where the spot's at [Hook] (x2) That's just how the game go What you think we slang for? Trying to put that mo-mo-mo-mo-money in the bank yo That's just how the games go Ducking from the plain clothes Trying to put that mo-mo-mo-mo-money the bank yo [Verse 2: Maino] I think like a radical, move just like a militant Whenever n***as see me they nervous and get to trembling b**hes think I'm s**y, the industry say I'm criminal People think I'm crazy, the haters say I ain't lyrical But who you think the k**ers and real n***as gonna listen to? They know that I'm 100 and none of yall believable k**ed competition, I got em just by a landslide They ain't f**ing with me like stepping onto a landmine, boom! Black bandanas is in the room I speak for the thugs the voice of every goon I run with the vultures, prove that I'm a soldier I don't claim a set but I embrace the gang culture What did you expect when you n***as flirting with d**h? You could see it my way or see the front of my tech It's a movement, one wrong move will get your brain split It's hustle hard, money in the bank b**h [Hook] (x2) [Verse 3: PUSH!] My young broad telling me I need to go out more No time trying to bigger than all out doors It's a drought right now, waiting on the downpour I'm about my paper little lady you about yours Got a couple rap dollars but I'm trying to count more Industry fight funny, had to go southpaw It's a new era, got the same cap Jay wore Married to the streets, my in-laws is outlaws Related by blood to the homies that's thug And the shorties that take trips, ride with the d** Ain't got no kind of love for the rats and the snitches They can't stand to witness us go from rags to riches Stay focused shun, forget the baddest of the b**hes That will come later, what matters is the business Follow me homie, I eat, breathe and sh** this And you can grab everything that's on your wishlist [Hook] (x2)