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Smoke DZA

Bank Withdrawal

 

Bank Withdrawal

(album: Homegrown - 2020)


Yeah, it's cold as a motherfucker
New York and LA, uh
La-di-da-di-da-di-da-da
Kush god, bitch
Really
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Look

This a one time wear, it's a conversational piece (Yeah)
My first Rolex, I put my faith in the piece
At a time when I had no business, I had no place in the streets (Yeah)
I saw my first zip that very moment, woken the beast
A whole 'nother feat
Grown man be I may require me rolling my sleeve (Uh)
You ain't gotta scratch, if they stop us, you holding a tree
Acting like you kingpin like you got the yola for free (Uh)
Capping like it's raw, but it look like soda to me
Niggas'll hit you with the okie doke
And when you go to call 'em out, look at 'em, emotional
Bullshit overload, duh, that's a fad
My flow, that's a bag
My lady, she a Sag'
Irrational me when she mad, dupe Mr. Bud with Valley schwag
Five-star nigga, still get a plate from Cali Dad
Touch down in the A, see what Follies had
Straight action, I ain't got no time to lollygag

Right, if the bag ain't there, don't hit me
Don't hit me
Uh, bank withdrawals, all the bread come crispy
Oh-oh
Uh, filthy, hope them folks don't frisk me
Frisk me
Uh, if you getting to it, get with me
Get with me

The foreigns, the Porches, the Benz
The blessings, the lessons, the gems
To all my niggas getting ends
Keep the bread up, live good
East coast, West coast, worldwide
Success to our haters' sore eyes
Stay close, real niggas don't die
If you getting to it get, with me

Landed at JFK, queue Horace Brown, "One for the Money" (One for the money)
Cartier bracelets, one for my honey (Woo)
Harlem nigga, that fly, respect my bungee (Uh)
Before you flex, put your man on, he looking hungry (Right)
Rather be honest 'fore I fabricate a story (Uh)
I was depressed, I'd rather advocate for glory (Uh)
Bob Horry bling seven of my fingers
Was on the block, heavy pitching
My path was known as a sinker
Phone on buzz, give it a second to link up (Uh)
Putting the pieces together, I gotta be careful like Jenga
Fast life, cook a lot, fender to fender
On point, December to December
Wise words from me, winter to winter
They say every ending's a new beginning (Uh)
That means it's a brand new bag, I'm super with it
It's good for me, it's good for business
I burn it down 'til I'm good and finished

Right, if the bag ain't there, don't hit me
Don't hit me
Uh, bank withdrawals, all the bread come crispy
Oh-oh
Uh, filthy, hope them folks don't frisk me
Frisk me
Uh, if you getting to it, get with me
Get with me

The foreigns, the Porches, the Benz
The blessings, the lessons, the gems
To all my niggas getting ends
Keep the bread up, live good
East coast, West coast, worldwide
Success to our haters' sore eyes
Stay close, real niggas don't die
If you getting to it get, with me

Yo, I be on the block (Uh-huh), thugging with my crew and shit
My homies, they be shooting shit, they move a bitch like Ludacris (That's right)
Boom, bang, zoom to the moon with this, the toolie grip
Chopper chop suey kick to stop that kung-fu foolishness (Fact)
Life is like a movie flick, it's horror then it's humorous (Uh-huh)
Action-packed it usually is, romantic how I blew the kiss (Kiss)
Drama when it's late at night, no, you don't want no smoke with me
Physically, metaphorically, spray that K like potpourri (Yep)
Got some dope, I hope that grows 'fore Oprah sees
Get ghost and float to overseas
Money toast, but no police, choke and bleed (Nah)
That's bloody murder, man, rest in peace to them black lives
I'm off the corner, jump in that water, get baptized
My niggas hustle, y'all jokers be fronting (Uh-huh)
My niggas be getting money, y'all balling out on a budget, haa
I'm out here, East coast, nigga, worldwide
Uptown, thorough side, real nigga certified, huh

If you getting to the bag, get with me
Motherfucker
If you ain't getting to the bag, don't hit me
You ain't know nothing, man
Only answer here beside me 'bout to die
Fuck outta here
Rest in peace to my nigga Lex, rest in peace
You hear me?

done

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