BANK

 

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

Taking money out the piggy bank

I'm Wolf, Tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

With such an ugly picture in it and

Two white cups and I got that drank

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

All of my sons searching for their mommy now.

No rest for the wicked, or the clean purest of sons

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Double-M G up, we up, y'all just relax

I done put them Percs down, think I'm 'bout to relapse

He watched House Party, and ate Apple Jacks

We getting money, you can face the facts