Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Piggy Bank, artist - 50 Cent. Album song The Massacre, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Aftermath, Interscope, Shady Records
Song language: English
Piggy Bank |
Clickity clank clickity clank |
The money goes into my piggy bank |
I’ll get atcha, my knife cuts ya skin |
I’ll get atcha, blow shots at ya man |
I’ll get atcha, Tupac don’t pretend |
I’ll get atcha, I’ll put that to an end |
That shit is oh, don’t be screamin' get at me dawg |
Have you runnin' for ya life when I match ya boy |
I get to wavin' that semi, like its legal |
A lil nigga hurt his arm lettin' off that eagle |
You know me, black on black bentley, big ol' black nine |
I’ll clap your monkey ass, get black on black crime |
Big ol' chrome rims, clean you know why I shine |
C’mon man, you know how I shine |
I’m in the hood, in the drop, Teflon vinyl top |
Got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, why I don’t hear no shots |
That fat nigga thought Lean Back was «In Da Club» |
My shit sold 11 mill, his shit was a dud |
Jada don’t fuck with me if you wanna eat |
Cause I’ll do your lil ass like Jay did Mobb Deep |
Yeah homie, in New York, niggas like your vocals |
But thats only New York dawg, your ass is local |
Clickity clank clickity clank |
The money goes into my piggy bank |
Yeah yeah, get more money, more money |
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money |
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money |
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money |
Yeah |
Banks shit sells, Buck shit sells, Game shit sells |
I’m rich as hell, Shyne poppin' off his mouth from a cell |
He don’t want it with me, he in PC |
I can have a nigga run up on him with a shank |
For just a few pennies out my piggy bank |
Yayo, bring the condoms, I’m in room 203 |
Freak bitch look like Kim before the surgeory |
Its an emergency, a Michael Jackson see |
Looked at a picture and said she looks like me |
Kelis said her milkshake brings all the boys to the yard |
Then Nas went and tattooed the bitch on his arm |
I mean that way out in Cali, niggas know these guns |
First thing they say about you, is you a sucker for love |
This is chess, not checkers, these are warning shots |
After your next move I’ll give you what I got |
Clickity clank clickity clank |
The money goes into my piggy bank |
Yeah yeah, get more money, more money |
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money |
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money |
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money |
Yeah |
I’ll get atcha, I’ll punch out your grill |
I’ll get atcha, let off that blue steal |
I’ll get atcha, nigga I’m for real |
I’ll get atcha, you’ll get your ass killed |
Yeah |
Yeah |
Hahahaha |
Ya’ll niggas gotta do somethin' now man |
All that shoot 'em up shit ya’ll be talkin' |
You gotta do somethin' baby |
I mean, I mean c’mon man everybody’s listenin' |
nigga everybody’s listenin' |
Hahahaha |
I know you ain’t gon' just let 50 do you like that |
I mean damn rep your hood nigga |
nigga you hard right? |
Pop off |
Yayo get mobs niggas on the phone |
And tell the niggas I said grip up |
niggas got a green light on these monkies |
Hahahaha |