Piggy Bank - 50 Cent

Clickity-clank, clickity-clank

The money goes into my piggy bank

Clickity-clank, clickity-clank

The money goes into my piggy bank

I get at you

My knife cuts your skin

I get at you

Blow shots at your man

I get at you

2Pac don’t pretend

I get at you

I’ll put that to a end

That damn shit is old, don’t be screamin’ “Get At Me Dog”

Have you runnin’ for your life when I match ya part

I get to wavin’ that semi like it’s legal

A lil’ nigga hurt his arm, lettin’ off that Eagle, you know me

Black on black Bentley, big ol’ black nine

I’ll clap your monkey-ass, yeah black on black crime

Big ol’ chrome rims gleam, you know how I shine

C’mon on man, you know how I shine

I’m in the hood, in the drop, Teflon vinyl top

Got a 100 guns, a 100 clips, why I don’t hear no shots?

That fat nigga thought Lean Back was In Da Club, my shit sold eleven mill’

His shit was a dud

Jada don’t fuck with me, if you wanna eat

Cause I’ll do yo’ little ass like Jay did Mobb Deep

Yeah homey in New York niggas like your vocals

But that’s only New York dawg, yo’ ass is local

Clickity-clank, clickity-clank

The money goes into my piggy bank

Clickity-clank, clickity-clank

The money goes into my piggy bank

Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money

Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money

Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money

Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money

Banks’ shit, sells; Buck’s shit, sells

Game’s shit, sells; I’m rich as hell

Shyne poppin’ off his mouth from a cell

He don’t want it with me, he in PC

I could have a nigga run up on him with a shank

For just a few pennies out my piggy bank

Yayo bring the condoms, I’m in Room 203

Freak bitch look like Kim before the surgery

It’s an emergency, for Michael Jackson see

Your picture and says she looks like me

Kelis said her milkshake bring all the boys to the yard then Nas went

And tattooed the bitch on his arm

I mean like way out in Cali niggas know you cuzz

First thing they say about you is you’s a sucker for love

This is chess not checkers, these are warning shots

After your next move I’ll give you what I got

Clickity-clank, clickity-clank

The money goes into my piggy bank

Clickity-clank, clickity-clank

The money goes into my piggy bank

Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money

Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money

Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money

Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money

When I get at you

I’ll punch out your grill

I’ll get at you

Let off that blue steel

I’ll get at you

Nigga, I’m for real

I’ll get at you

You'll get yo’ ass killed

Yeah

Yeahhhhhh

Hahahaha

Ya’ll niggas gotta do somethin' now man

All the shoot ‘em up shit ya’ll be talkin’

You gotta do somethin' baby

I mean, I mean c'mon man everybody’s listenin'

Nigga everybody’s listenin'

Hahahahahahaha

I know you ain’t gon' just let 50 do you like that

I mean damn rep your hood nigga

Nigga, you hard right?

Pop off

Yayo get Monster and them niggas on the phone tell them niggas I said grip up

Niggas got a green light on these monkeys

Hahahaha