Safe Deposit Boxes

Big dawg, shit only

Most these bitches missed a ****

Ever since I said bye, I had to

Serving well-done steak

These other rappers dropping fast food

Overdue to get my check, I already paid dues

I don't care how much he got, money can't un-lame dude

Rearrange your priorities, think they got it backwards

Plugged in with plugs, they don't think that I'm a rapper

I don't sell drugs, whip cocaine look like a napkin

Seen it with my own eyes, but I won't tell police what happened

I'm in the front seat, I'm strapped, call my bluff, you think I'm cap

Helpin' people like I'm Shaq, need more drinks, so call 'em back

Rockin' Rick Crush off the rack, you know im lit girl stop the act

He be with a lot of people, you know ants like to come in packs

Two hundred in a fanny pack, that is not a normal bag

****, what you got now? Give a fuck 'bout what you had

No football, these them thigh pads, your bitch keep on lookin' down

Your baby be like, "Hi, Dad," his baby mama know I'm lookin' out

Real player since a young age, been chasin' big paper in a big city

If you 'bout your money, ****, get with me

No exaggeration, made a million off of a phone

If you ask for my advice, just don't keep your paper at home

Fill up safe deposit boxes, uh (fill 'em up)

Fill up safe deposit boxes, uh

Fill up safe deposit boxes, uh

Fill up safe deposit boxes, yeah (yeah)

You ever count 140 in 20 minutes, that make your hands hurt

I was taught to go crazy until the rubber bands burst

How you turn into my opp? Know you was a fan first

I wasn’t meant to punch a clock, book a flight, they land first

If the head right, Enzo there every night

Thought he was a tough kid, turned into a dead guy

In philly like I'm Meek, we poppin' Wheelies on some red bikes

You gotta know your time comin'

****, keep your head high

Hold up, dawg, I'm still thumbing

Triple-double in that safe, feel like I'm Tim Duncan

You can write a fuckin' essay, I won't sign no deal

Death before dishonor, I better know to keep it real

I don't fuck with alphabets, but I be chasin' M's

Frontline, when you was in the backseat

You wasn’t off the porch yet, we was in the backstreets

YSL Court Seat, all my bitches fly just like me

One of them ones that's in my city, I don't need no fuckin' ID, for real

real king, I don't need no spouse

Thought he was the biggest, even when it was a drought

He fell for a bitch and that ho gave the whole route

They caught him with the quickness, took his safe right out his house

Fill up safe deposit boxes, uh

Fill up safe deposit boxes, uh

Fill up safe deposit boxes, uh

Fill up safe deposit boxes