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Young Buck Money In The Bank

some kinda beef I just turn it to the back Wick it straight in the eyes then make it lean back (yea) [Verse: Young V] Hat to the side I might be young

on.... Sicx: To the crib, forget the fuckin motel shot, 30 bucks for a nut in a bitch, I think not And even if ya muthaphukkin bank grows phat, if I

mothafuka serve me I still hold the title reposessed it from some of my greatest idols you punk ass bitches is hollow I cave yo whole fuckin' chest in my nigga young

God don't walk with me, He carry me man I know you prayin' I get killed nigga He who fears death is in denial Fifty told you niggaz, young buck showed you niggaz Banks

you make me feel (Good!) [Verse: Young Buck] She calls me daddy, carries my Louis Vuitton luggage Frank Mullers my wrist and shes using your money These

a black guard workin for a Korean tellin me i cant be in the places that i be in you can spend your money here you cant make no money here you better

buck buck and buck buck again I will butt fuck your friend then suck up her twin I put the buck up to him then buck buck and buck buck and buck buck

Predicate Felon, baby Yeah, man Blue Hefner, Lloyd Banks, you know Buck Marley, Young Buck, Curtis 'Interscope' Jackson 'Shady-Aftermath' Mathers, ooh Olivia, O. Trice, Stat Quo We gonna keep getting this money

. Blew a few more lines, just to send my conscious on its way Plotted on some crime, then I pulled up on a bank lot She had a bag of money, snatched the