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Get your money and run, run, run Don't stop 'cuz prize is your life Get your money and run, run, run Don't stop 'cuz prize is your life Get your money and run, run, run Don't stop 'cuz prize is your life This might come as a shocker to you, like sticking a fork in a wall socket But I'm resorting to pickpocket or walking through store parking lots getting open car doors if they don't lock it Yeah you heard me I steal most the car I see but if it's one I've not stole [sic], I hop in the front seat and take all your quarters out the console Look, I know what I did stunk [sic] but that's what you get, you little punk And when I'm done with that shit I'll eat all the groceries out the trunk (No, no, no, no) I found some dude wearing J's and I thought they were f*cking sick I didn't even need new shoes bitch I stole them just for kicks But kids, meet William, my getaway driver with the Volvo He takes me to and from every single robbery that I go Half of my money's underground inside of some box wrapped in a poncho The other half of my stash is filling every inch of bathroom [sic] at my condo Bet that's why they call me John Doe Just keep this on the down-low (Shh) I would like to rob this bank I mean, I'd like to make a withdraw Let me start over Hold up —this is a stick-up, show me the vault Look here This is a gun It's a real genuine gun It ain't for BB's, ain't for show and it ain't for fun I'm gonna blow some motherf*cking heads off if there ain't doe in this bag in three, two, one... Right in the middle of a car chase and run out of gas Pop the trunk and take out the cash Sixteen bags it's too many to carry with cops coming up and the cops coming up fast So I salvage all that I can but man, if I'm really such a villain, a crook, a thief or a felon, and just simply raising hell then handcuff me, keep me from yelling, stand up and take me to jail then That's right Judy Sheindlin, why don't you take me to jail then? If I've done those things you're claiming why don't you take me to psych I know I'm guilty So f*ck it, I'm bailing Get your money and run, run, run Don't stop 'cuz prize is your life Get your money and run, run, run Don't stop 'cuz prize is your life Get your money and run, run, run Don't stop 'cuz prize is your life It's sickening I know You just don't know it when you're well-fed with food on your table able to grab a loaf, not forced to steal doe, like an ill-bred Half their money's beneath the floor and I got the rest in my tool shed, stacking from the liquor store that I went and robbed just like Will said Who said? I don't know his real name but I've always just called him Will So in case we get trapped and caught I can say he forced me against my will Still the next day I follow some pretty lady going into Hibachi Grill I-I-I stand a little ways back trying to formulate a plan the woman smells of Dolc —sniff sniff— yeah Dolce&Gabbana So then I approach this hoochie in the most orderly manner Take her Gucci bag and slide across the whole f*cking sushi counter (Ah f*ck) Look here This is my gun My absolute favourite gun It ain't for BB's, ain't a toy and it ain't for fun I'm gonna blow some motherf*cking heads off if there ain't doe in this bag in three —you know what: you're done Shoot a motherf*cker in the ass Wallet pops out the back of his pocket, now I'm picking up all of his cash (This is all mine) So whether it's a bank robbery, a common thief mugging, or a f*cking burglary, if you see the cops coming start running, don't look at me Better get under something, climb inside a bush or tree Look, do whatever you need to not get caught, and go against everything your mama taught Don't just stand around and talk sucking your thumb Don't be dumb and walk Don't walk; be smart and run Police are coming, hear the sirens come f*ck it's a heist gone wrong Lights are flashing, it's kinda fun, till the car stalls when you're almost gone Get the loot and cash buddy Go and grab stuff, empty the trunk Umm that's a cue to dash sonny Get your bags of money and run I repeat Get your money and run, run, run Don't stop 'cuz prize is your life Get your money and run, run, run Don't stop 'cuz prize is your life Get your money and run, run, run Don't stop 'cuz prize is your life Get your money and run, run, run Don't stop 'cuz prize is your life Get your money and run, run, run Don't stop 'cuz prize is your life Get your money and run, run, run Don't stop 'cuz prize is your life Am I the only one who knew you needed money for shoes? Am I the only one who knows that you need money for clothes? (I guess) That you need money for rent (mhm) And you need money to keep (I knew that) Yeah, you need money for bread and you need money for meat Like is it not understood that you need money to eat? (Uh-uh) Am I the only one repeating that you need money to eat? (You need it) If this is something we all need and everyone can agree then don't ask why robbed a bank Honestly, like... why do you think?
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