Bank Vault

Verse 1 Yeah, Okay I got some money, straight from the Bank vault Hip-hop is coming back, & it's Fresh money's fault I am like some food, tell the haters add some salt I heard she got a ass, I stare when she walk Yeah, F.M.E til the death of me Fuck some pussy, til it gets the breath of me Uh, King of Miami, bitches better enjoy it Some girls act like sluts, when ya take out a dick, they go & toy it Yeah, I swear I need some good Bud Shot gun loaded, bitches call me elmor fud & if he talk shit, ya boy can get led is his guts I'm the king, everybody else can get truked Uh, let me stop fooling, let me get serious Haters hear my shit, & get delirious Uh Interlude:Haha, LMCMB, Fresh mula til I'm gone Verse 2 Yeah, been a year, & grandma still gone It's alright tho, the cancer's gone from her bones She said I was the king, & that the world was my throne Mad it is just so sad, that one year she has been gone Uh, stone kings, the Clique still strong Fuck it, it's King Of Miami, Nina's the next song!