The Alchemist - Break Ya Bank lyrics

[Intro] Got my warmup in.. The money, f** what you say life is all about the money All about the money, UH Dolla dolla bills life is all about the money f** what you say life is all about the money I'm a good guy but I'll k** you for the money Living for the money [Verse 1] Kiss me I'm Irish, damn right I got luck My crew could rob you then still prove it's not us Man when this sh** drop, I might get shot up This is me knowingly blowing my spot up I'm cold as ice, damn right I'm that cool Those hungry nights made me hunt like a cat do I was a good guy, now I'm the bad dude I don't want to rob you but will if I have to If my stash is low, then heres what it comes to You got some money then my boys'll come through I don't say no names, I don't say I love you I look like that nice boy but think like a thug do And you trynna save me's like a dude trynna wife a thottie My innocence was murdered you won't ever find the body Yeah I'm broke boy you better stop reminding bobby I'ma shoot up Bilderberg and loot the Illuminati A young crazy muhf**a I'ma ride or die Swear that I was this close to holding up my nine to five The music biz taking money like the government And plus bussing tables ain't cutting it, So im about to [Hook] Break ya bank Money be on my mind A muthaf**a mobbing out Sounding like, I be robbing dough, I be, I be robbing dough, I'ma (X2) I be robbing dough, I be, I be robbing dough (X4) [Verse 2] Woah, this kid is out of control Must be the d**, the yayo got me out of it bro I'm f**ing buzzed! Another bag is 'bout to be rolled Ay f** the fuzz, I'm married to the game it can't get annulled Ay what you know about my life hoe? I never sleep at night hoe You might be tough, but you don't want to feel this knife poke f** conspiracies, this is real life hoe But if I need a sacrifice then I'ma end your life slow Cause I don't think you understand the pain I feel You haters make me want to go and grab the stainless steal Get my cheese up, trying to attain a deal It turn these rappers fake, HeebzStreet remaining real Bobby so gone, like Monica Brown Living like Aleister Crowley, don't see me in Hollister now f** boy I grew up, into a screw up Still one day this rapping gon' pay, but for now i'm 'bout to [Hook]