Lot of money in the bank
Money in the bank
Got a lot of contraband
Lot of contraband
She tight like a rubber band
Like a rubber band
We smokin' a hundred grams
And shoppin' expensive brands
Lot of money in the bank
Money in the bank
Got a lot of contraband
Lot of contraband
She tight like a rubber band
Like a rubber band
We smokin' a hundred grams
And shoppin' expensive brands
Time to celebrate
No time to hesitate
No reason to behave
We're all worthless and depraved anyway
Go get the champagne, the cocaine, don't refrain
Then the kush to set ablaze
Take the yacht around the bay, on a weekend getaway
Deep in hell we're castaway, constantly in sin we partake
We stay awake the whole night
I know it's a mistake, but I forsake my honesty
F*ck modesty, it's all frivolity now
So, let's go at it with no lights
Lot of money in the bank
Money in the bank
Got a lot of contraband
Lot of contraband
She tight like a rubber band
Like a rubber band
We smokin' a hundred grams
And shoppin' expensive brands
Strolling down the road with my peeps, OG smoke we blowing
No bongs or joints, only big blunts you will ever get to see me rolling
Patrolling the streets, we own the place, the whole zone we're controlling
Plowing so many f*cking whores, every bitch in town will be moaning
Now say it ain't so, say I can't flow, little did you know, riddle this B, though
Was that too slow?
Then watch me go, I'm taking this thing to the motherf*cking end zone
Like it when I rap fast?
Like my whip, I spit so fast radar guns can't tell when I dash past
Shit that was fast, did you miss that?
F*ck you, here's my ass, you can kiss that
Lot of money in the bank
Money in the bank
Got a lot of contraband
Lot of contraband
She tight like a rubber band
Like a rubber band
We smokin' a hundred grams
And shoppin' expensive brands
Lot of money in the bank
Money in the bank
Got a lot of contraband
Lot of contraband
She tight like a rubber band
Like a rubber band
We smokin' a hundred grams
And shoppin' expensive brands
Lot of money in the bank
Money in the bank
Got a lot of contraband
Lot of contraband
She tight like a rubber band
Like a rubber band
We smokin' a hundred grams
And shoppin' expensive brands
Weaks - Contraband Lyrics
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Lot of money in the bank
Money in the bank
Got a lot of contraband
Lot of contraband
She tight like a rubber band
Like a rubber band
We smokin' a hundred grams
And shoppin' expensive brands
Lot of money in the bank
Money in the bank
Got a lot of contraband
Lot of contraband
She tight like a rubber band
Like a rubber band
We smokin' a hundred grams
And shoppin' expensive brands
Time to celebrate
No time to hesitate
No reason to behave
We're all worthless and depraved anyway
Go get the champagne, the cocaine, don't refrain
Then the kush to set ablaze
Take the yacht around the bay, on a weekend getaway
Deep in hell we're castaway, constantly in sin we partake
We stay awake the whole night
I know it's a mistake, but I forsake my honesty
F*ck modesty, it's all frivolity now
So, let's go at it with no lights
Lot of money in the bank
Money in the bank
Got a lot of contraband
Lot of contraband
She tight like a rubber band
Like a rubber band
We smokin' a hundred grams
And shoppin' expensive brands
Strolling down the road with my peeps, OG smoke we blowing
No bongs or joints, only big blunts you will ever get to see me rolling
Patrolling the streets, we own the place, the whole zone we're controlling
Plowing so many f*cking whores, every bitch in town will be moaning
Now say it ain't so, say I can't flow, little did you know, riddle this B, though
Was that too slow?
Then watch me go, I'm taking this thing to the motherf*cking end zone
Like it when I rap fast?
Like my whip, I spit so fast radar guns can't tell when I dash past
Shit that was fast, did you miss that?
F*ck you, here's my ass, you can kiss that
Lot of money in the bank
Money in the bank
Got a lot of contraband
Lot of contraband
She tight like a rubber band
Like a rubber band
We smokin' a hundred grams
And shoppin' expensive brands
Lot of money in the bank
Money in the bank
Got a lot of contraband
Lot of contraband
She tight like a rubber band
Like a rubber band
We smokin' a hundred grams
And shoppin' expensive brands
Lot of money in the bank
Money in the bank
Got a lot of contraband
Lot of contraband
She tight like a rubber band
Like a rubber band
We smokin' a hundred grams
And shoppin' expensive brands
Money in the bank
Got a lot of contraband
Lot of contraband
She tight like a rubber band
Like a rubber band
We smokin' a hundred grams
And shoppin' expensive brands
Lot of money in the bank
Money in the bank
Got a lot of contraband
Lot of contraband
She tight like a rubber band
Like a rubber band
We smokin' a hundred grams
And shoppin' expensive brands
Time to celebrate
No time to hesitate
No reason to behave
We're all worthless and depraved anyway
Go get the champagne, the cocaine, don't refrain
Then the kush to set ablaze
Take the yacht around the bay, on a weekend getaway
Deep in hell we're castaway, constantly in sin we partake
We stay awake the whole night
I know it's a mistake, but I forsake my honesty
F*ck modesty, it's all frivolity now
So, let's go at it with no lights
Lot of money in the bank
Money in the bank
Got a lot of contraband
Lot of contraband
She tight like a rubber band
Like a rubber band
We smokin' a hundred grams
And shoppin' expensive brands
Strolling down the road with my peeps, OG smoke we blowing
No bongs or joints, only big blunts you will ever get to see me rolling
Patrolling the streets, we own the place, the whole zone we're controlling
Plowing so many f*cking whores, every bitch in town will be moaning
Now say it ain't so, say I can't flow, little did you know, riddle this B, though
Was that too slow?
Then watch me go, I'm taking this thing to the motherf*cking end zone
Like it when I rap fast?
Like my whip, I spit so fast radar guns can't tell when I dash past
Shit that was fast, did you miss that?
F*ck you, here's my ass, you can kiss that
Lot of money in the bank
Money in the bank
Got a lot of contraband
Lot of contraband
She tight like a rubber band
Like a rubber band
We smokin' a hundred grams
And shoppin' expensive brands
Lot of money in the bank
Money in the bank
Got a lot of contraband
Lot of contraband
She tight like a rubber band
Like a rubber band
We smokin' a hundred grams
And shoppin' expensive brands
Lot of money in the bank
Money in the bank
Got a lot of contraband
Lot of contraband
She tight like a rubber band
Like a rubber band
We smokin' a hundred grams
And shoppin' expensive brands
Writer: Rubén Morales
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