Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Break The Bank , by - ScHoolboy Q. Release date: 31.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Break The Bank |
| Fuck rap, I’ve been rich, crack by my stick shift |
| Oxy like concerts, always my bread first |
| GetMine my nickname, O-X and cocaine |
| Nina my new thing, blew up befo' fame |
| Heart filled with octane, fire in my soul |
| Burn through my shoestring, came up from boosting |
| Du-rags and flatlines, drive-by's at bedtime |
| Get down, I earn mine, so one loss they can’t sign |
| Thank God that I’m straight, no wonder my mom prayed |
| Lost one of my cuzzos, cursed from them devils |
| Good weed and me time, goodbye to Nissan |
| Cause one day this rapping gon' pay |
| So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind |
| Niggas talkin' 'bout, soundin' like |
| La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do |
| Now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind |
| Niggas talkin' 'bout, soundin' like |
| La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do |
| La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do |
| La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do |
| Niggas talkin' 'bout, la-di-da-di-da-di-do |
| La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do |
| Now we 'bout to break the bank |
| My time to show out, finally the illest crip |
| And I guarantee, I spit harder than concrete |
| Surprised I got teeth, my lungs inhale keef |
| Peyote with THC, swinging for the fence |
| I hope I make it out the park, where the baseheads slide |
| After dark, where the bangers get caught |
| Hid the gun in the trees, arrest me by the court |
| I just wanna smoke weed and sip lean by the quart, for real |
| Good weed, I hit that, crack rock, I sold that |
| Oxy, I hid that, right by my nutsack |
| Fuck pigs, I bust back, learned that from Deuce rap |
| Peanut and B-loon, had gats before racks |
| Way 'fore I found rap, bitch I had them things wrapped |
| Astro on my cap, this shot ain’t no phone app |
| Chucks on my young heel, make sure that my sag ill |
| Learn my set grill, trade in my big wheel |
| Good grades and skipped school, this life gon' catch up soon |
| Sure 'nough that shit did, 20 year old kid |
| Got off my behind, write me some sweet lines |
| Cause one day my story gon' pay |
| Your bitch wanted cash, get her, know I’m around boy |
| Tell Kendrick move from the throne, I came for it |
| I hope this, hit a fucking range for it, cause Goddamn |
| What you talking 'bout if it ain’t 'bout the money? |
| Neck full of gold, I’m attracted to the honey |
| Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money |
| On Figueroa, close your eyes, might need ya mommy |
| Fuck rap, my shit real, came up off them pills |
| Hustle for my meal, grinding for my deal |
| Love how I’m doing, long way from grooving |
| Bitch call me 2 Chainz, units be moving |
| Go hard for my Joy, so she don’t need no boy |
| Smile stay on her face, big room with her own space |
| Up all night, the hard way, don’t care if it take all day |
| I let y’all fucks parle, you wonder why I’m straight |
| New shoes and sick clothes, bitches be front row |
| Bow down her tempo, I don’t know her info |
| Threw up my peace sign, go rare with mignon |
| Cause one day this rapping gon' pay |