Bob Moss – Rob da Bank Lyrics

A song from my album that will probably never release

Just in case you wanna sing along
I've got expensive habits
F*ck it up quick like a rabbit
You almost had it
Fumble the bag that is tragic
I made it poof like it's magic

Cartographer, I'mma map it
Five-oh caught up in that traffic
Money in a panic
Do it on a monday 'cause it's manic
Now I'm flying over the Atlantic

My price for the bag, it ain't bad
But I'm sad bout the money I lack
Gotta start a new plan
Need some money, bank vans

I'mma go in geurilla
You, hold up all the dealers
I'll go hit the safes
Might buy me a wraith

We 'bout to plan a heist
Then we drippin'  in the ice
While we sippin' Henny ice
Feds trippin' like they ICE

Made the plans all tight
Somebody kill the lights
We makin' it out that night
And we gonna do it right

We gonna Rob da Bank
Said we gonna Rob da Bank
I'm busy here countin' money
Don't give a f*ck what you think

I'm over here straight stressin
Work the finessin
Sippin' the drank
We gonna Rob da Bank
Said we gonna Rob da Bank

Bitch, I'm rackin' laps
You've been slackin' the half
I don't cap on my rap
But I snapback to the cash

You actin' bold and brash
When we all know that you trash
You lookin' ass
All of the grass and mass
In the world wouldn't give you a pass

Ay ay ay, who did that? Hold up put that beat back on

I'm at your's eatin' your mama's pasta
Now that you've lost her
I'mma go after your father
Don't even bother
Now that it's cost him
Suddenly problems

I'm asking where is the faucet
I'm thirsty and quiet exhausted

We executin' hesists
Then we drippin'  in the ice
While we sippin' Henny rocks
Feds trippin' like they ICE

Made the plans all tight
Somebody kill the lights
We makin' it out tonight
And we gonna do it right

We gonna Rob da Bank
Said we gonna Rob da Bank
I'm busy here countin' money
Don't give a f*ck what you think

I'm over here straight stressin
Work the finessin
Sippin' the drank
We gonna Rob da Bank
Said we gonna Rob da Bank

And quite frankly
All of my clients, they just wanna thank me
They rollin' me dank weed
She want it so bad she said daddy just spank me

And I'm hankerin
Oh that's your homie? Might take him in
Bout to break him in
It's not me it's you to the homies
That you should be thankin' them

Crack the vault and it's hoppin
No Harlow, What's Poppin
Everybody know what's happenin
When the room starts blackenin

You grab that purse
Don't need a hearse
That shit perverse
Don't want no trouble no bother
This shit was rehearsed
The crew fucked it up and then
Now we're all cursed

We just robbed the bank
Said we mobbin and shoppin and poppin the bank
Busy here countin' money
Said don't give a f*ck what you think

I did the stressin
Got to finessin
Now I'm sippin' on a drank
We just robbed the bank

Said we just robbed the
Motha fuckin BANK