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Piggy Bank Lyrics By 50 Cent

    produced by needlz

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    the money goes into my piggy bank
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    the money goes into my piggy bank

    refrain
    man ill get at you my knife cuts your skin
    ill get at you blow shots at your man
    ill get at you pac dont pretend
    ill get at you ill put that to an end

    that damn shit is old dont be screamin get at me dog
    have you runnin for your life when i match ya part
    i get to wavin that semi like its legal
    a lil nigga hurt his arm lettin off that eagle you know me
    black on black bentley big ol black nine
    ill clap your monkeyass yeah black on black crime
    big ol chrome rims gleam you know how i shine
    cmon on man you know how i shine
    im in the hood in the drop teflon vinyl top
    got a 00 guns a 00 clips why i dont hear no shots
    that fat nigga thought lean back was in da club
    my shit sold eleven mill his shit was a dud
    jada dont fuck with me if you wanna eat
    cause ill do yo little ass like jay did mobb deep
    yeah homey in new york niggas like your vocals
    but thats only new york dawg yo ass is local

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    yeah yeahyeah get more money more money
    yeah yeahyeah get more money more money
    yeah yeahyeah get more money more money
    yeah yeahyeah get more money more money

    banks shit sells bucks shit sells
    games shit sells im rich as hell
    shyne poppin off his mouth from a cell
    he dont 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 im in room 0
    freak bitch look like kim before the surgery
    its an emergency for michael jackson see
    looked at a 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 cuz
    first thing they say about you is yous a sucker for love
    this is chess not checkers these are warning shots
    after your next move ill give you what i got

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    post
    yeah yeahyeah get more money more money
    yeah yeahyeah get more money more money
    yeah yeahyeah get more money more money
    yeah yeahyeah get more money more money

    when i get at you ill punch out your grill
    ill get at you let off that blue steel
    ill get at you nigga im for real
    ill get at you could get yo ass killed

    Artist: 50 Cent

    Year: 2005

    Decade: 00s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 307