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50 Cent – Straight To The Bank

Monophonic Ringtones : 50 Cent – Straight To The Bank

Click on the above link to send the 50 Cent – Straight To The Bank monophonic ringtone to your Sprint phones.


Straight To The Bank’s Lyric

[Intro]
Yeah!!! When I’m out in N.Y. boy it’s blunts and Phillies
When I’m out in L.A. boy it’s wraps and swishes
Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangster s**t
Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangster s**t

[Verse 1:]
I’m in my Lambo maggot, my fo’ fo’ faggot
Doors lift up I’m like Go Go Gadget
See the s**t I got on, homey I hate too
My Teflon arm brought my government issues
I’ll hit your vertebrate bullets rip through tissues
Your wife on the futon hugging that s**tsu
Homey you a b**ch you got feminine ways
Heard you got four lips and bleed for seven days
I got fo’ fifths and bananas on the K’s
And got more whips than a runaway slave
Me and Yayo go back like some high top fades
When I made fifty mill, Em got paid
When I made sixty mill, Dre got paid
When I made eighty mill, Jimmy got paid
I ain’t even gotta rap now life is made
Said I ain’t even gotta rap, I’m filthy mayne

[Chorus:]
I’m laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I’m laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I’m laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I’m laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I’m laughing

[Verse 2:]
I see nothing but hundred dollar bills in the bank roll
I got the kind of money that the bank can’t hold
Got it off the street moving bundles and loads
Seventy Three Caprice old school when I roll
Breeze pass with the EZ Pass f**k the toll
No more platinum I’m wearing gold
I’m internationally known as the kid with the flow
That brings enough dough it’s never enough dough
Shit I need mo’ I need s**t out the sto’
Baby ble was cold fresh out the flo’
Stashbox by the dashbox in case they want war
Make the purple bring the green in f**k the law
I’m oh so raw, I’m hot I’m sure
I’m like the coolest motherf**ker around the globe boy
I set the club on fire I told ya
I’m the general salute me soldier

[Chorus:]
I’m laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I’m laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I’m laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I’m laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I’m laughing

[Outro:]
Now work it out now, shorty work it out, work it out
I wanna see you, break it down
Now back it up now, you know what I’m about
It’s like a bank job I’m in and I’m out
Now work it out now, work it out, work it out
Now work it out now, work it out, work it out

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3lw – No More

Monophonic Ringtones : 3lw – No More

Click on the above link to send the 3lw – No More monophonic ringtone to your Sprint phones.


No More’s Lyric

(1st verse)
Im gettin a little tired of ya broken promises, promises
Looking at your pager seeing different numbers and numbers
Call you on ya cell, ya hangin with ya fellas ya fellas
Hanging with my girls you always gettin jealous ‘n’ jealous

I was with you when you didn’t have no dollas no dollas,
Hangin at the crib chillin wit ya mama ya mama
Never fronted you never brought the drama the drama
Now ya flipped the script playa pleeeease

No im not the one
Say it again, say it again, oh
No im not the one
You do or you dont!

{chorus
You do or you don’t, don’t
You will or you won’t, won’t
No more, no more baby ima do right
You can or you can’t, can’t
Be a man, be a man, man
No more, no more baby ima do right

(2nd verse)
You treat me like a lady when you open doors and doors
But then you wanna front when ya wit your boys your boys
How you gonna play me when i bought ya clothes ya clothes
The clothes that you be wearin when you wit ya boyz ya boyz
You know you never thought that i would have the nerve the nerve
Think about it most since you at the curb the curb
blowin up my pager say you want a chance a chance
Listen when i say playa pleeeease

{chorus
You do or you don’t don’t
You will or you won’t won’t
No more, no more baby ima do right
You can or you can’t can’t
Be a man, be a man, man
No more, no more baby ima do right

No im not the one, baby imma do right
No im not the one, baby imma do right
No im not the one, baby imma do right
No im not the one, baby imma do right

(Bridge)
I just wana know…..
What happened to our love?
We used to be best friends….
Where did it go wrong?
When ya gonna see….
How good it is with me?
Im tired, and im through with all your, listen yea

{Kiely Ki’s rap
Ay yo you promised me kate spade
But that was last year, boy in the 8th grade
And you ain’t biggie baby boy, so no it aint one more chance
When ya friends around you dont wanna hold my hand
And now you see a girl styling
And wildin inside the mix
Hoppin out the whips
The whips, the five, the six
Yes fly chrome
So pardon my tone
Here go a quater go call Tyrone

You do, or you doooooooooon’t

{chorus to fade
You do or you don’t don’t
You will or you won’t won’t
No more, no more ,baby ima do right
You can or you can’t can’t
Be a man, be a man, man
No more, no more baby ima do right

No im not the one, sing it again, sing it again girls
No im not the one, im tired of hearing baby imma do right
No im not the one, never again never again no, no
No im not the one, baby imma do right
No im not the one
Say it again, sa say it say it again
No im not the one
Say it again, sa say it say it again
No im not the one
I can do bad all by my self
No im not the one
Im not the one, the oooooooooooone

(Repeat chorus till the song fades)

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