[Chorus]
Clickity-clank
Clickity-clank
The money goes into my piggy, bank
Clickity-clank
Clickity-clank
The money goes into my piggy, bank
[Bridge]
I get atchu...
My knife cut 'cha skin
I get atchu...
Blow shots atcha man
I get atchu...
2Pac don't pretend
I get atchu...
I put that to a end
[Verse One]
That shit is old, don't be screamin' "Get at me dawg!"
Have you runnin for ya life when I'm atcha point
I get to wavin that semi like its legal
A lil' nigga hurt his own lettin' off that eagle
You know me
Black-on-black bentley, big ole black nine,
I clap yo' monkey ass - a black-on-black crime
Big ole chrome rims clean, you know why I shine
Come on man...
You know why I shine
I'm in the hood, in the drop, teflon, final top
Got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, why I don't get no shots?
That fat nigga thought "Lean Back" was "In Da Club"
My shit sold eleven mil - his shit was a dud
Jada don't fuck wit me, if you wanna eat
Cuz I'll do yo' lil' ass like Jay did Mobb Deep
Yeah the homie in New York, niggas like ya vocals
But that's only New York, dawg, yo ass is local
[Chorus]
Clickity-clank
Clickity-clank
The money goes in to my piggy, bank
Clickity-clank
Clickity-clank
The money goes in to my piggy, bank
[Bridge 2]
Yeah! Yeah-ye!
Get more money! More money!
Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah-ye!
Get more money! More money!
Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah-ye!
Get more money! More money!
Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah-ye!
Get more money! More money!
Yeah!
[Verse Two]
Banks' shit - sells
Buck's shit - sells
Game's shit - sells
I'm a rich ass, hell
Shyne poppin' off his mouth from a cell
He don't want it wit me - he in PC
Have a nigga run up on him wit 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 surgeries
It's an emergency or Michael Jackson-cy
New picture of her she says 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'm in like, way out in Cali - niggas know you, cuz
First thing they say about you is yousa sucka fa love
This is chess not checkers these are rawin shots
After yo next move I'll give you what I got
[Chorus]
Clickity-clank
Clickity-clank
The money goes into my piggy, bank
Clickity-clank
Clickity-clank
The money goes into my piggy, bank
[Bridge 2]
Yeah! Yeah-ye!
Get more money! More money!
Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah-ye!
Get more money! More money!
Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah-ye!
Get more money! More money!
Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah-ye!
Get more money! More money!
Yeah!
[Bridge]
I get atchu...
I punch outcha grill
I get atchu...
Let off that blue steel
I get atchu...
Nigga I'm fo real
I get atchu...
You getcho ass killed!
[Outro]
Yeah! Yeeaah! 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 come on man, everybody's listenin'!
Nigga ERR'BODY LISTENIN! Hahahahaha...
I know you ain't gon' just let Fifty do you like dat!
I mean, damn, rep yo' hood, nigga!
Nigga you hard, right? Pop off!
Yayo! Get mo' some niggas on the phone tell niggas I said clip up.
Niggas got a green light on this muthafucka.
Hahahaha...
Writer(s): Curtis James Jackson, Khari Cain
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