Bank Money

[Shyheim] We walked up in the CitiBank, on a normal business day Security guard in my way, blew him the fuck away Everybody on the ground, while my niggas checked the safe Smacked the bitch with the guage, don't look in my fucking face Ya'll niggas had me up, already told me it's late Kill all that greedy shit, we can't take all the cake Jiggy coming, oh man, fuck the jake Fuck police, come on, pig, make my day Get on your radio, go ahead and be brave Leukemia patient style, get your fucking head shaved We rushed out the back door, jumped in the black Ford Money bagging soda, why you grab that last bag for? Bitch get in the fucking store, I ain't playing with you, son I shoot you in your fucking cunt, like shit is where the first one They jumped in the front, I jumped in the back And we was out like that, for the love of cash *talking* [Shyheim] Blowing down Richmond Terrace, pushing a buck I'm hanging out the back window, blasting the pump Screaming out the top of my lungs, nigga, what? It's gonna take more than ESU, to cuff us Mad shots in the police car, and so what? Next day, NY 1 was talking about us But the picture's they sketched didn't look shit like us So we laughing got all the cash and, puffing blunts Oh shit, we forgot the hostage in the trunk Oh well, it's too late, we burned the whip up Hey, what can I say? This world is fucked up DA got no evidence, case closed shut Feds so embarrased, we been under the rug Bank robbery money, nigga, brought drugs Dropped the price on the grams, show the hood love The more the frost, moving more water than a tub