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lirik lagu smoke dza - bank withdrawal

[intro: smoke dza]
yeah, it’s cold as a motherf~cker
new york and la, uh
la~di~da~di~da~di~da~da
kush god, b~tch
really
yeah, yeah, yeah
look

[verse 1: smoke dza]
this a one time wear, it’s a conversational piece (yeah)
my first rolex, i put my faith in the piece
at a time when i had no business, i had no place in the streets (yeah)
i saw my first zip that very moment, woken the beast
a whole ‘nother feat
grown man be i may require me rollin’ my sleeve (uh)
you ain’t gotta scratch, if they stop us, you holdin’ a tree
actin’ like you kingpin like you got the yola for free (uh)
cappin’ like it’s raw, but it look like soda to me
n~ggas’ll hit you with the okie doke
and when you go to call ’em out, look at ’em, emotional
bullsh~t overload, duh, that’s a fad
my flow, that’s a bag
my lady, she a sag’
irrational me when she mad, dupe mr. bud with valley schwag
five~star n~gga, still get a plate from cali dad
touch down in the a, see what follies had
straight action, i ain’t got no time to lollygag
[chorus: smoke dza & tish hyman]
right, if the bag ain’t there, don’t hit me
don’t hit me
uh, bank withdrawals, all the bread come crispy
oh~oh
uh, filthy, hope them folks don’t frisk me
frisk me
uh, if you gettin’ to it, get with me
get with me

[bridge: smoke dza]
the foreigns, the porches, the benz
the blessings, the lessons, the gems
to all my n~ggas gettin’ ends
keep the bread up, live good
east coast, west coast, worldwide
success to our haters’ sore eyes
stay close, real n~ggas don’t die
if you gettin’ to it get, with me

[verse 2: smoke dza]
landed at jfk, queue horace brown, “one for the money” (one for the money)
cartier bracelets, one for my honey (woo)
harlem n~gga, that fly, respect my bungee (uh)
before you flex, put your man on, he lookin’ hungry (right)
rather be honest ‘fore i fabricate a story (uh)
i was depressed, i’d rather advocate for glory (uh)
bob horry bling seven of my fingers
was on the block, heavy pitchin’
my path was known as a sinker
phone on buzz, give it a second to link up (uh)
puttin’ the pieces together, i gotta be careful like jenga
fast life, cook a lot, fender to fender
on point, december to december
wise words from me, winter to winter
they say every ending’s a new beginning (uh)
that means it’s a brand new bag, i’m super with it
it’s good for me, it’s good for business
i burn it down ’til i’m good and finished
[chorus: smoke dza & tish hyman]
right, if the bag ain’t there, don’t hit me
don’t hit me
uh, bank withdrawals, all the bread come crispy
oh~oh
uh, filthy, hope them folks don’t frisk me
frisk me
uh, if you gettin’ to it, get with me
get with me

[verse 3: numberz]
yo, i be on the block (uh~huh), thuggin’ with my crew and sh~t
my homies, they be shootin’ sh~t, they move a b~tch like ludacris (that’s right)
boom, bang, zoom to the moon with this, the toolie grip
chopper chop suey kick to stop that kung~fu foolishness (fact)
life is like a movie fl!ck, it’s horror then it’s humorous (uh~huh)
action~packed it usually is, romantic how i blew the kiss (kiss)
drama when it’s late at night, no, you don’t want no smoke with me
physically, metaphorically, spray that k like potpourri (yep)
got some dope, i hope that grows ‘fore oprah sees
get ghost and float to overseas
money toast, but no police, choke and bleed (nah)
that’s bl~~dy murder, man, rest in peace to them black lives
i’m off the corner, jump in that water, get baptized
my n~ggas hustle, y’all jokers be frontin’ (uh~huh)
my n~ggas be gettin’ money, y’all ballin’ out on a budget, haa
i’m out here, east coast, n~gga, worldwide
uptown, thorough side, real n~gga certified, huh
[outro: numberz & tish hyman]
if you gettin’ to the bag, get with me
motherf~cker
if you ain’t gettin’ to the bag, don’t hit me
you ain’t know nothin’, man
only answer here beside me ’bout to die
f~ck outta here
rest in peace to my n~gga lex, rest in peace
you hear me?

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