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Welcome to the
Where you deposit Money, and you get Cash Money
I'm Tunechi, the
And live from the vault, is Bust

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo
Swag mania, pop goes most
Carry the most beautiful
With us, toast
the faculty close
Gross want me, them a dose
Got them ODing, in each coast
Scenery froze, notes, Rock Rolls
that fit in Chanel Minks in the winter
Who with us?
We coming to give the shivers, watery flows, spilling like rivers
Flooding the street, niggas' swimming is moving gorillas
King Kongs, when we roll up
Seat filling niggas, get up we show up

Uh,
don't throw up
Hold your liquor, up
If you robbing niggas, we to show you how to blow up
Thank your lucky stars, it's the Rap Czar, tuck shit in
My niggas like Rin Tin Tin, my chagrin
You never win, model thin, walking crack in your
She gives in every time I spin
Square up, bow down to the kings of the
We wade on, shit while we ball
So what's cracking yall?

Made in New York, and the slick talking of the order [?]
Call the reporter, stepping the British walkers
swag flu and see the influence, see how we do it
Get them into it steadily. God, I'm stupid, so
Act fool, back tool, until pop off
crowd up the street, blocking them off, locking them off
Got these niggas wilding while I my soldiers
Posting it up, composure, staying on the sofa
Thirty bottles, twenty waitresses, bring over
See how we light up shit, nigga, the promoter
And tell that nigga the bag, better hurry up with it
And count the money up proper, you can get it

It good, don't it?
It good, don't it?
Hey, I want to let yall
Hey, hey
I want to let know
This
And you to Q-Tip

Set them up, up, saddle up and let's go
Good times, only difference, niggas making your
is up, peep the way we batter it up
On top of the mountain, folding the up
You and done rip up your paper, cause your status is none
Transfixed on the of the page, whether chopper or gauge [?]
You're just a single, cause you engage
Turnt up with the script on the cup, you keep the goggles[?] us

See how we push man forget cuff, beat him the head
Boop-be-de-de-boff,
him in the head again, "stop killing me, Wolf!"
Whop!
Beat a till he drop, piggity-poof!
Oxy in me
He don't want no problem niggas
Fuck it, let's get to drinking, poison our
Dammit, we sinners when me and are together, see we deliver
She got me touching it, on all my fingers, dammit we winners
Pillaging this rap shit, homie, they
Kill everything it's time for me to go
That's I bomb it with a blow
And then I black and get a bit dummy
The microphone is bleeding, you take it from me!

Incredibly we do it, and it the music
I tune it, YouTube it, it could ever be refuted
It's gnarly for niggas and for ninas
and ballerinas
Ballers and
Blatant and over-achievers
Kicking it in paisley[?]
Drink in liters
All of you must a leader
She's begging to eat us, and her man's defeated
But never a scandal, me and Busta came to handle, we gentlemen

Not to mention, we're
Second, he some medicine
Before I black[?] as he get off my
fly, you pelican, idiot ass niggas
But then again, you need a suit for your measurements
See me doing it
It's getting no better than this
Giving your to convince a better preference
Watch me them to skeletons
See how I come and out the betterness?
Time is it and I rep the foreverness
Flying, United - sized private plane, that kind of etiquette
Purchasing diamonds, handle delicate
Now you you a better ref
You could peep us regulating, see we all in this bitch like we never left