G.T.A.

Get in the car Homeboy you can't keep Fucking around Couple a mil in the bank And figuring out How to take them bags Straight up into my house Now huddle up crouch down I'mma tell you the plan We got one way in And a couple of men Stand guard at the door Gotta take 'em out Slow down Big man Still lookin' around Look over there Take the camera out Don't you be Chickening out Boy can't be freakin' out We got the Glocks And the cops ain't stoppin' us You know we fucked You don't adjust The paycheck coming Only once So stay real quiet Just follow my lead Got my eye on the green And you better believe That I'm the man With the plan Get the cash From the bank Take the world in my hand Homie Less talking More action Understand me? No time for you Wilin' out Like Wile E Coyotes All up on ya back homie Turn around, take 'em out Gotta have my back homie One wrong move And we got the 5 0 On our ass Gotta stay real quiet Jack It's sneak attack Doors open homie I just ran a hack Better act fast man Put the money in the duffel bag You got One life It ain't G.T.A. Put that money in the duffel bag Well it just might be man Whose to say? Put that money in the duffel bag You got One life It ain't G.T.A. Put that money in the duffel bag Well it just might be man Whose to say? Goddamn! The cops is on us Get your ass in the back of the Van I'm driving Leave the money on the side No time to count it Po po Ain't about to come and Ask real nice For this shit Make our way to the Helicopter then we get To a place where the Pigs ain't all up in yo biz Get the cash put it all In my retirement It's life I've been planning For a while I'm living like a free man Chillin' on the beach With a bitch Get a sun tan Sippin' on some Bud Mag Rollin' up blunt and Listenin' to Eminem Ain't nobody fucking with me They know I am You don't? Homie let me remind you That I got a .45 And fucking problem When them bitches Come at me All guns blazing I'mma make sure That your bitch ass Wasted Pop! Look homie Got another headshot Oh! Another one See the fucking body drop Oh damn son Military on our ass Five stars homie Get in the chopper Come on let's go I drop bombs in the bitch Cause I like that Twelve cars in the crib And they all black Too far with this shit Now I fall back It's a game I know But I want all that Put that money in the duffel bag You got One life It ain't G.T.A. Put that money in the duffel bag Well it just might be man Whose to say? Put that money in the duffel bag You got One life It ain't G.T.A. Put that money in the duffel bag Well it just might be man Whose to say? Put that money in the duffel bag You got One life It ain't G.T.A. Put that money in the duffel bag Well it just might be man Whose to say? Put that money in the duffel bag You got One life It ain't G.T.A. Put that money in the duffel bag Well it just might be man Whose to say?