Piggy Bank (Album Version (Explicit))

Piggy Bank (Album Version (Explicit))

50 Cent

[Chorus]
Clickity clank, clickity clank, the money goes into my piggy bank
Clickity clank, clickity clank, the money goes into my piggy bank

I'll get at you, My knife cut your skin
I'll get at you, Blow shots at you man
I'll get at you, Tupac don't pretend
I'll get at you, I'll put that to an end
That shit is old, don't be screaming get at me dog
Have you running for your life when I'm at your bar
I get to waiven that semi like it's legal
A lil' nigga hurt his arm letting off that eagle
You know me, black on black Bentley, big ol black 9
I'll clap yo monkey ass, your black on black crime
Big ol chrome rims gleam, you know how I shine
C'mon man, you know how I shine
Up in the hood, in a drop, teflon final 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 want to eat
Cause I'll do your little ass like Jay did Mobb Deep
Yea homie, in New York niggas like your vocals
But that's only New York dog, your ass is local

[Chorus]

Yea, yea yea get more money, more money
Yea, yea yea get more money, more money
Yea, yea yea get more money, more money

Bank shit sells, Buck shit sells
Game shit sells, I'm rich as hell
Shine popping off his mouth from a cell
He don't want it with me, he in D.C.
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 surgery
It's an emergency, I'm Micheal Jackson see
The bitch even said she looks like me
Kelis said her "Milkshake" bring all the boys to the yard
Then Nas went and tattooed the bitch on his arm
I'm in my way out in Cali, niggas know we 'cause
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

[Chorus]

Yea, yea yea get more money, more money
Yea, yea yea get more money, more money
Yea, yea yea get more money, more money

I'll get at you, I'll punch out your grill
I'll get at you, let off that blue steal
I'll get at you, nigga I'm for real
I'll get at you, get yo ass killed

Yea! yea, y'all niggas gotta do something now man,
All that shoot 'em up shit y'all been talking,
You gotta do something man! I mean,
I mean c'mon man everybody's listening.
Nigga everybody listening
I know you ain't gonna just let 50 do you like that,
I mean damn rep yo hood nigga.
Nigga you hard right? Pop off
Yayo get Marks and them niggas on the phone,
Tell them niggas I said clip up.
Niggas got a green light on these motherfuckers

Written by CAIN, KHARI / JACKSON, CURTIS JAMES
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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