(Chorus)
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me
(Verse 1)
Flowers for the b**ches, bottles for my dawgs
I got coupes in the yard, so I f**k ’em all
I got Bally’s on my feet, the money on my mind
All year we run around like it’s the summertime
Ship my Bentley to Jamaica, “what the bumbaclot?”
My b**ch dressed to the floor, that pu**y Rastafari
Top shotta told me, “(shut it for a batty boy)”
Kidnapping charges, walk up in the with John Gotti’s lawyer
I’m tiptoe’n out the court, hope you don’t speak to me
Just respect a ni**a name or die peacefully
I don’t f**k with sucka’ ni**as, that’s the other side
And they still do B&E, that’s on my brotha side
(Chorus)
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me
(Verse 2)
The b**ches for the playas, guns for the goonies
I’m addicted to this way, I’m accustomed to movie
Cigars in the mornin’, lobsters and the omelette
Your vibe not the vibe if money not the topic
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hop in the 650
Got another young ni**a gettin’ rich with me
I’m flossing just to floss, I hustle to the core
I said the biggest boss, I always wanted more
Real estate, you gotta’ see a ni**a gates
(?) in the pen, cell phones on his waist
You know the streets will come all hell up in the ‘fits
I went and got the stick, they said it’s hit or miss
I’m still f**kin’ b**ches out the magazine
Better log-on young ni**as havin’ things
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, ni**a
I bumped into Carmelo in the Wraith, ni**a
(Chorus)
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me
(Verse 3)
Touch a couple dollars, time to pay your taxes
Keep another seven figures in a pissy mattress
Forbes list, five years, ni**as started clappin’
Feds indicted half the city so I started rappin’
Her baby-daddy went to prison, shorty started strippin’
Then I got a pint of sirrup and we started sippin’
I pull up in a Wraith, them b**ches saw the difference
Stop dissin’ pu**y ni**as, ain’t no competition
When you pull up to the crib you see the waterfalls
You would think that I produced TLC Waterfalls
Them boys was sellin’ crack while they was smokin’ speed
This only type of profit come from overseas
(Chorus)
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me
