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"70 Bars"


[{DJ Whoo Kid}:]
{HOTROD! } [echoes]

[Intro:]
The name's Bank$! (Uh!)
The "Boywonder" man... (uh-huh!)
Stack and a rubber band... (yeah!) {MO MONEY... }
Gat in the other hand! (yeah!) [gun cocks] {PART 4! }

[Verse:]
These lil' niggas don't move me - go watch a movie!
I'm too smooth - white Prada-shoes with the Dooey. (whooo!)
I spin ya fuckin' neck when I speed the thru the ceilin' is see-thru,
All you top billin' off of me too. (ME TOO!)
You might as well give ya money to me shorty (uh!)
Can't dance in the strip club when your 40. (hehehe!)
Come here! - I show you how to get it (uh!) if you with it (uh!)
If you let me I can teach you how to take it to the top! (OOOOOOHH-AAAAAOOOOOOOH!) {Whooooooooo! }
With a bottle of Cris Lady you'll be naked on the spot. (uh!) {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
Gassed up from the conversation in the drop. (uh-huh)
It won't be gifts or vacation to the trops. (nah!)
This hard dick bubble gum - stake him in the pots! (uh!) {MY NAME IS FLOW! }
I got a brand new Semi out the box.
Just in case a nigga think he smooth enuff to sneak in. (sneak in!)
You'll be one eyed shorter {JUMP THAT! } from the slaughter (uh!) [gunshot]
And I'll be on the Yacht round water out in Florida. (uh!) {DAMN! }
Fuck the talkin', whassup? Ya Hammers in the truck [gun cocks] - you butt! So chill!
Or I'm a have to fuck - you up - for real. {HAHA! }
Crystal bottle in ya grill. I'll. (iiiiiiill!)
You'll be in ground before glass teeth and blood spill. {Whoooooooo! }
They all know I'm a threat hoppin' out the LAX
I got a bitch for every letter in the alphabet. (yeah!) {DAMN! }
Like Aaron and Brandy, Cary and Donna (uh-huh!)
Erica and Felicia I nicknamed her "Gabbana". (uh-huh!) {Whoooooooooooooo! }
Light skinned heather I met her around the way, (uh-huh!)
And there's a few names that I ain't suppose to say. (wha'?)
So I'm a skip to J - cause Jasmine and Jeniffer
Jaw bone in Jessica come runs by the messenger. (whooooo-hooowhoooooo!) {SADA POP! }
They all know when it come to the hoes
I get 'em down and they on under clothes (yeah!) - in them bundlelobes.
Nah, Homie! I don't need an umbrella the car come with those. (thank you!)
And to get one of those (wha'?) - you'll need 100 shows.
I'm all summer froze (froze...) - so the gun exposed. (exposed...)
I'll gun butt ya fucker - here's a bloody nose! [shot] {BIG LIP! }
Yeah! That was yo' bitch; but the dummy chose! (chose!)
Yeah! I'm grimy as fuck you got to love it tho.
Shorty caught feelings after I stroked her, so what?
Take a picture write a book call: "Oprah Blow Up"!
You'll find a icepick in a flow,
With a Coke colored Coupe white whip in the snow. (g'eah!)
Me and the bread bandin' like a pimp and a hoe,
Like smoker or the pipe {Whoooooooooooooo} like the Coke on the phypes. [sniffle] {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! } I don't continue nothin' I'm the stroker her on the night, (uh!)
On the sofa or the floor, hoe chokin' off the mic.
Like: "Bank$, {DAMN! } I don't usually do! (wha'?) - Well they usually do! " (yeah!)
And they'll all learn to like it you get used to it too.
Niggas stand at my chain cause it use to be blue. (uh!)
But I AIN'T CHANGED LIKE YOU, [gun cocks] Deuce Deuce in his shoe. (YEAH!) {"ROTTEN APPLE"! }
I'm on Kush Cranberry Juice goose and I'm thru. (YEAH!)
Then it's back to the mansion to do what I do. (uh-huh!)
I'm back nigga! - This is "Part 2! "
"The Hunger For "Mo" Money" I'm right at ya door dummy. [gunshot]
Koosh pops bottles up! - Nigga I'm by the buck!
Don't look at the Ferrari - you can't even buy the truck! {Whoooooooo! }
Ya boy fresh out da hood and he hot as fuck! (yeah!)
On a hunt for the cheese, keep ya Ricatta tucked. (tucked...)
They on that plottin' shit, (shit!) right in the lobby shit,
Run up in my yard and run around with the shoddy shit. {GOD-... ! } [gunshot] {DAMN! }
Family members identified in a body shit, (that's it!)
Cause it been so long, that John Gotti shit. (whoo! whoo!)
I'm in the 2-0-0 Maserati whip {Whoooooooooooooooooooo! }
Concrete colored McLaren - it's a hobby shit! [echoes]

[Thanks to Big Tamá$ for correcting these lyrics]

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