50 Cent – Straight To The Bank

Straight To The Bank is an amazing and hypnotizing hip hop and rap record coming from a well-known rapper, 50 Cent.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 10 on his top charting album project called “Curtis” was officially released on 11 September 2007.

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LYRICS

When I’m out in N.Y., boy, it’s blunts and Phillies

When I’m out in L.A., boy, it’s wraps and Swishers

Now Blood walk to this, now Crip walk to this

Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit

Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this

Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit

I’m in my Lambo, maggot, my fo’ fo’ faggot

Doors lift up, I’m like Go Go Gadget

See the shit I got on, homie, I’d hate too

My Teflon on, boy, my government issue

I’ll hit your vertebrae, bullets rip through tissues

Your wife on the futon hugging that Shih Tzu

Homie, you a bitch, you got feminine ways

Heard you got four lips and bleed for seven days

I got fo’ fifths and bananas on the K’s

And got more whips than a runaway slave

Me and Yayo go back like some high top fades

When I made fifty mill, Em got paid

When I made sixty mill, Dre got paid

When I made eighty mill, Jimmy got paid

I ain’t even gotta rap now, life is made

Said I ain’t even gotta rap, I’m filthy, mane

I’m laughing straight to the bank with this

(Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)

I keep nothing but hundred dollar bills in the bank roll

I got the kind of money that the bank can’t hold

Got it off the street moving bundles and O’s

Seventy Three Caprice old school when I roll

Breeze pass with the E-Pass, fuck the toll

No more platinum, I’m wearing gold

I’m internationally known, it’s the kid with the flow

That brings enough dough, it’s never enough though

Shit I need mo’, new shit out the sto’

Baby blue was old, fresh off the flo’

Stash box by the dash box in case they want war

Make the purple bring the green in, fuck the law

I’m oh so raw, I’m hot, I’m sure

I’m like the coolest motherfucker around the globe, boy

I set the club on fire I told ya

I’m the general; salute me soldier

I’m laughing straight to the bank with this

(Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)

Now work it out now, shorty work it out

I wanna see you, break it down

Now back it up now, you know what I’m about

It’s like a bank job I’m in and I’m out

Now work it out now, work it out, work it out

Now work it out now, work it out, work it out