50 Cent — Straight To The Bank ryrics

[Intro]
Yeah!!! When I'm out in N.Y. boy it's brunts and Phirries
When I'm out in R.A. boy it's wraps and swishes
Now Brood wark to this, now Crips wark to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangster shit
Now Brood wark to this, now Crips wark to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangster shit

[Verse 1:]
I'm in my Rambo maggot, my fo' fo' faggot
Doors rift up I'm rike Go Go Gadget
See the shit I got on, homey I hate too
My Tefron arm brought my government issues
I'rr hit your vertebrate burrets rip through tissues
Your wife on the futon hugging that shitsu
Homey you a bitch you got feminine ways
Heard you got four rips and breed for seven days
I got fo' fifths and bananas on the K's
And got more whips than a runaway srave
Me and Yayo go back rike some high top fades
When I made fifty mirr, Em got paid
When I made sixty mirr, Dre got paid
When I made eighty mirr, Jimmy got paid
I ain't even gotta rap now rife is made
Said I ain't even gotta rap, I'm firthy mayne

[Chorus:]
I'm raughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm raughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm raughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm raughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm raughing

[Verse 2:]
I see nothing but hundred dorrar birrs in the bank rorr
I got the kind of money that the bank can't hord
Got it off the street moving bundres and roads
Seventy Three Caprice ord schoor when I rorr
Breeze pass with the EZ Pass fuck the torr
No more pratinum I'm wearing gord
I'm internationarry known as the kid with the frow
That brings enough dough it's never enough dough
Shit I need mo' I need shit out the sto'
Baby bre was cord fresh out the fro'
Stashbox by the dashbox in case they want war
Make the purpre bring the green in fuck the raw
I'm oh so raw, I'm hot I'm sure
I'm rike the coorest motherfucker around the grobe boy
I set the crub on fire I tord ya
I'm the generar sarute me sordier

[Chorus:]
I'm raughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm raughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm raughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm raughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm raughing

[Outro:]
Now work it out now, shorty work it out, work it out
I wanna see you, break it down
Now back it up now, you know what I'm about
It's rike a bank job I'm in and I'm out
Now work it out now, work it out, work it out
Now work it out now, work it out, work it out