Break The Bank Lyrics - Oxymoron - Schoolboy Q

Fuck rap, I've been rich, crack by my stick shift 

Oxy like concerts, always my bread first 

GetMine my nickname, O-X and cocaine 

Nina my new thing, blew up before fame 

Heart filled with octane, fire in my soul 

Burn through my shoestring, came up from boosting 

Du-rags and flatlines, drive-by's at bedtime 

Get down, I heard mom, some one lost they grandson 

Thank God that I'm straight, no wonder my mom prayed 

Lost one of my cuzzos, cursed from them devils 

Good weed and me time, goodbye to Nissan 

Cause one day this rappin' gon' pay 

So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind 

Niggas talkin' 'bout, soundin' like la-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do 

Now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind 

Niggas talkin' 'bout, soundin' like la-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do 

La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do 

La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do, niggas talkin' 'bout 

La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do 

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La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do, now we 'bout to break the bank 

My time to show out, finally the illest crip 

And I guarantee, I spit harder than concrete 

Surprised I got teeth, my lungs inhale keef 

Peyote with THC, swinging for the fence 

I hope I make it out the park, where the baseheads slide 

After dark, where the bangers get caught 

Hid the gun in the trees, arrest me by the court 

I just wanna smoke weed and sip lean by the quart, for real 

Good weed, I hit that, crack rock, I sold that 

Oxy, I hid that, right by my nutsack 

Fuck pigs, I bust back, learned that from Deuce rap 

Peanut and B-loon, had gats before racks 

Way 'fore I found rap, bitch I had them things wrapped 

Astro on my cap, this shot ain't no phone app 

Chucks on my young heel, make sure that my sag ill 

Learn my set grill, trade in my big wheel 

Good grades and skipped school, this life gon' catch up soon 

Sure 'nough that shit did, 20 year old kid 

Photos 

Got off my behind, write me some sweet lines 

Cause one day my story gon' pay 

So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind 

Niggas talkin' 'bout, soundin' like la-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do 

Now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind 

Niggas talkin' 'bout, soundin' like la-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do 

La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do 

La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do, niggas talkin' 'bout 

La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do 

La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do, now we 'bout to break the bank 

Your bitch wanted cash, get her, know I'm around boy 

Tell Kendrick move from the throne, I came for it 

I hope this, hit a fucking range for it, cause Goddamn 

What you talkin' 'bout if it ain't 'bout the money? 

Neck full of gold, I'm attracted to the honey 

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money 

On Figueroa, close your eyes, might need ya mommy 

Fuck rap, my shit real, came up off them pills 

Hustle for my meal, grindin' for my deal 

Love how I'm doing, long way from grooving 

Bitch call me 2 Chainz, units be moving 

Go hard for my Joy, so she don't need no boy 

Smile stay on her face, big room with her own space 

Up all night, the hard way, don't care if it take all day 

I let y'all fucks parle, you wonder why I'm straight 

New shoes and sick clothes, bitches be front row 

Bow down her tempo, I don't know her info 

Threw up my peace sign, go rare with mignon 

Cause one day this rappin' gon' pay 

So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind 

Niggas talkin' 'bout, soundin' like la-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do 

Now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind 

Niggas talkin' 'bout, soundin' like la-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do 

La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do 

La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do, niggas talkin' 'bout 

La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do 

La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do, now we 'bout to break the bank 

What you talkin' 'bout if it ain't 'bout the money? 

Neck full of gold, I'm attracted to the honey 

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money 

On Figueroa, close your eyes, might need ya mommy