1. |
Make This Bread
03:43
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[Hook]
Hey Mr. Fred, we almost dead
Make this bread or make your bed
Take this ride or take this wheel
Take your time or take this pill
[Verse 1]
I’m hoppin’ out the casket, cocaine on my glasses
Some all white buffies that I picked up on my last trip
Them niggas is yaggin’, too much into fashion
My body guard a beast, and if you reach then he spazzin’
That rat-tat-tat action, them lights, camera
I’m like the Dodge dealership, I got a lot of challengers
Damn this shit remind me of my dogs
I was on a paper mission, get it all
Marriani to the drawers, what’s up?
I went to school but never went to school ‘cause I was busy on tour
‘Cause where we live a nigga only as good as his credit card score
A-1, I shipped a box of them new iPhones straight to my home
Two to my dome, can’t feel my eyes
Can’t feel my bones, you not alone
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2]
When I seen it, I want it, I need it
Unlimited Visas, my heart in the freezer
I’m on it, you niggas is lacking
Napping, you loafing, you lacking the focus
My Spanish bitch that I’m with
I’m smashing, I’m stroking, with passion, devotion
That money come, and that money stay
If you fuck her good, she won’t run away
I’m golded up like Gabby Douglas
My necklace, chasing the sun away
My old niggas still Caddy truckin’
I’mma wait for that Aston truck
My Boonie hittas is savage, bruh
Get jammed out in that traffic, cuz
I’m cashin’ out and I’m stackin’ up
Your girl pussy is trash as fuck
I never talk shit about a teammate
We goin’ Bobby for a pocket full of green face
When I die I’ll be reborn with a clean slate
And RIP to the weed that we cremate
[Hook]
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2. |
Nasty Pastor
03:35
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[Intro]
Thought that shit was bout to start like that but it ain't
Cardo whatup yeah nasty pastor in this bitch
Yeah
[Hook]
She say she only know me when I’m nasty
Nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty, (echo)
Smashing out in traffic you can catch me
Catch me, catch me, catch me, catch me, (echo)
My bitch and my car foreign so are matching
Matching, matching, matching, matching, (echo)
She say she only know me when I’m nasty
Nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty, (echo)
[Sir Michael Rocks]
My interviews got a budget
The drugs in the budget, the hoes in the budget
They twerking out in public, man I’m Banco from the TP—
C, the Charles Cosby of ordering them cellies, my bitch ain’t got no belly
Aye man Tris be trippy rolling dope, its fifty sixty foreign hoes
Bitch be wishy washy acting prissy but she going though
Sippy sippy pouring on the Crissy till we pissy
Going Bobbie, going Whitney, you could miss me with the going broke
They game ain’t the same son
I’m hopping on the plane son
Bitches come with baggage and I ain’t trying to claim none
I tell em carry on with the same sob story
Getting top from a pop star, it’s that real top 40
Don’t stunt, you niggas not doing what you want
I hope you hating niggas smoke a blunt from the front
For a month, I was OT on the road getting money
Getting chose by the honnies but she say she only love me
[Hook]
[Sir Michael Rocks]
Maaan my team concrete solid boy
Bitches on my Almond Joy
Busting down them boxes rocking soxes with your baby mama
Stop ut boy, stop it five, stop it folks, stop it, just stop it
Pull up on that ass in the drop 6
She cute I give her pipe in and like the side of Range Rovers seats
I told myself I would be the one two and the three
The MVP, that’s why you dream of me
You lying through your teeth, If you say I ain't getting buzz
Well look her in the drawers
Cuz being broke come from taking them brakes
And I ain’t selling you a zip if you ain’t placing for 8
Its Banco case closed crib facing the lake
If it was B or Goofy time I bet you’d hate to be late
Its good sushi, she not a groupie
She raise that ass like the flag and salute me
And when I’m picking up the bags she a boost me
And that’s why you make me laugh, you a groupie
[Hook]
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3. |
Move Something
03:11
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[Hook: Sir Michael Rocks]
I told her to juke something (juke something)
Make it wetter if you want to
You could let us get the keys to the trunk, boo
You could make a hundred G's on your birthday
Girl, you shittin' me? It's your first day?
(She pick up the hiccup, she tryna get ready to get all them checks)
Damn girl, why you so fat?
And I know them hoes be hating, baby
(She want it, she had it, she need it, she got it, she gotta get checks)
Damn, how you get a dumper like that?
Know you wanna see some profit, go on and drop it
[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
She got a trunk, she got a wagon
You gotta drive that thing, don't crash it
You gotta whip that thing like a racing horse
Ay man, we ship cocaine then race the Porsches
It's business first, then we play
I fuck nothing but actresses, NBA
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Like a torn ACL, nigga we don't play!
I'm in the Panamera whipping around, me and my young bitch
Gold in her mouth, she 19, but she dumb thick (dumb thick)
Hoes pull up, then I'mma punch it
I'm drunk driving on my way to the function (awwwww)
Man fuck these niggas, man fuck these bitches
Man if they ain't tryna see you shine
Easy as a shot from the free throw line
Gon' and make a hundred G's one time (awwww)
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks]
Ay hold me up (hold me up) , hold my cup (hold my cup)
Man that ass so dumb, it might flunk
Ay man, I'm from the clique
I told my bro to roll me a zip man
Catch me out in traffic, you talkin' to the captain
It's Banco (Banco), with four freaks in the Range Rove' (Range Rove')
Nasty but classy, a true G
Been training of the money like (choo, choo)
I make bankrolls do the Watusi
I'm a plug nigga, good sushi
And now the bad bitches wanna get loosey
Been tryna get out of the city
I sprinkled the carpet with hundreds and fiftys
We sipping the Cris til we pissy
She throwing it back like a Frisbee
I'm falling in love with that
So how you get up in the club with that?
Take it back, girl
[Hook]
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4. |
Too Late
03:41
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[Hook]
I just started rolling I just filled my lungs up
I just pour my cup out I just my spilled my blunt guts
All these bitches done up, my niggas a hundred
And we rolling them up and keep pouring it up
It’s too late for them but it’s not for us
I just started rolling I just filled my lungs up
I just pour my cup up I just my spilled my blunt guts
All these bitches done up, my niggas a hundred
Know we pouring it up and keep rolling up
It’s too late for them but its not for us
[Chance The Rapper]
Like my women like my liquor, no light go dark
Faded like a wide Mohawk
Girl, I know you know me I'm with Michael Rocks
You could j in the middle like Michael Fox
Oh you're Chi? Me too go Sox, go Hawks
Go Katie, go Tink, Go Hard
We can live luxe do a lap go-cart
On chief on your mark get ready go start
Ooh a nigga geeked up, look at all these D cups
Ooh a nigga classy, Lean all in my tea cup
Damn that Saki sneak up, look how fast two weeks up
Yall tweaked, two weeks too weak
I'm free to freely twist up
Hahaha at you goofy ass niggas, foofoo ass niggas
Roy Ayers like "Who that nigga?" #AcidRap for you smooth jazz niggas
Thick hoes wanna juke that nigga
And everybody else wanna shank you
Breaking ankles with Banco
It’s a little too late quite frankly no thank you
[Hook]
[Sir Michael Rocks]
I'm one on one with your favorite lady
I'm in her house like central air
I’m in her hair and between her legs
I can’t lick that shit if there’s pimples there
If there’s no taste and there’s nothing there
Get my gold plate and my silverware
You pick up tabs and pay her bills
And take her kids to Build-A-Bear
Ain’t no cutting corners in the winner circle
So motherfucka you still a square
My nigga got the blue Louis Vuitton iguanas
Givenchy kinda played but it’s still ok
Man I dream of money when I fall asleep
There’s hundred dollar bills in the pillow case
My nigga Choosey gone who gon fill his space
Who gon fill his shoes you can't run his race
My money, my hundy is on my k
I don’t want it I hit it that’s all I take
I’m on liquor I’m leaning but I'm ok
I don’t kick it with niggas cuz all y’all fake
I mean my homies my homies my niggas my niggas
We cannot be split up cuz that’s how they get us
The pick of the litter the diamonds the glitter
All of this cheddar we trying to get rid of
[Hook]
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5. |
I Ain't Never
03:22
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[Hook]
Get down don’t stop don’t quit
Get down girl pop that shit
I wanna work it like a dog, roll over and sit
Praise god every time you strip
And then I tell her
I ain’t never love a ho and I ain’t love no bitch
I ain’t never love a ho and I ain’t love no bitch
I ain’t never love a ho and I ain’t love no bitch
I ain’t never love a ho and I ain’t love no bitch
[Sir Michael Rocks]
What, I’m on the zan on the lean
Got a man with ps make it jam with the green
We in the huddle got or hands on our knees
The way she pop it got me reaching in my pants for the keys
Cuz we can leave if you wanna I don’t wanna wait
Your ass look way fatter in that pool yeah that’s water weight
That ass soft as red velvet so I’m gon tell the king
Told her put that pussy on my face till I suffocate
Man fuck them niggas don’t fuck with niggas im trying to pass
Let your pussy get some sleep man it gotta rest
Gotta chill need a break born and raised U.S.A
That’s that patriotic dick girl see how freedom taste
You buddy passing, I’m first classing
You stand by, we the damn guys
Recognize a real nigga when you talk to him
Now shake that ass like rap videos thought you
[Hook]
[Sir Michael Rocks]
I told her go get it,coast to coast with it
This your song mama a young bitch but that ass look grown on her
I’m not home a lot, but she ain’t fucking with you niggas if I’m home our not
So what’s up, I get doe get doe Banco TPC CEO
We getting faded, a couple girls didn’t make it
But we still got 12 in the crib getting naked
And this basic, I’m so wasted
I’m still drinking but I swear I can taste it
I super cool why the fuck I wanna say shit
I know you got a reputation
And you say your daddy was a Masson and
Trying to get your education and
This money is your motivation
So keep twerking you hate working
[Hook]
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6. |
Oooh Oooh Oooh
02:43
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[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
Count my money ain't a damn thing changed
Fuck you nigga I ain’t riding no train
I may hit this bitch by myself don’t make Boldy reach for that belt
Cuz if he reach you might need some help TPC we on zans and lean
The money be dirty but my hands are clean
Spent like 30 for the watch and ring
Splashy shit that classy shit, drugs all in my cabinet
Pop shrooms and molly too, pop a ace on acid trips
In Sak's shopping with a squad of hitta's balmain on all the niggas
I’m on south beach with my Florida niggas
We eating swordfish with all the bitches
And you know the play see all of this money we running today
She packing her bags like she running away
She said she be back but she coming to stay
Rolling on that grape, them hoes all up in my face
I’m so gone man I’m baked, I’m high, we going up into space
[Hook]
Its like ooooh ooooh ooooh
Your girl can get it too
Ooooh ooooh ooooh
You see me in the coupe
Like ooooh ooooh ooooh
Ain't that a damn shame
Like ooooh ooooh ooooh
You standing in the rain
I keep Flexing I keep texting
I keep sexing, she say she got a room at the west-in
Its like ooooh ooooh ooooh
Ain't that a damn shame
Like ooooh ooooh ooooh
[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks]
Im Neiman Mark, im big time
She calling my phone I switch lines
Asking to handle my doe stack
I keep telling that bitch that’s it’s just fine
SK that’s my left leg Tris man like my right side
I can’t sleep for too long I do it more when I die
Young nigga money finna come right to him
When I get them checks I’m throw em right to him
Like oh damn two hands ain’t enough for me to count this shit
Like oh boy that’s her giving back shots till her back hurt
In a lambo truck when her pants come down
And her hands go up and that shirt come off
One time for my ex girl yes girl you so quick to take it off
She can ride it all night girl right girl plus that ass be super soft
Baby Banco know so ho try to slow your roll
I’m busting down and im x pipping, take a flat chest bitch out chest shopping
[Hook]
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7. |
Can't Get Mad At Me
03:03
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[Hook] x2
I’m that man, I’m that deal
Let me know, how you feel
But you just can’t get mad at me can’t get mad tho
Can’t get mad at me can’t get mad tho
[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
Your girl cute to me, I buy her ass some sandals
Take her ass to the beach, that wawa that aqua that agua
That’s Spanish I’m on my rio grand shit
I’m coming up from nothing now I’m always puffing something
That we start with OG, these hoes be focused on me
Cuz my garage like a stable, im a dog with the ladle
And im wipping working come get a bowl of this soup
Man im a god with the labels that Givenchy that Mariani
Them Margielas them snapbacks that I brought back
Sold them all them false flags, looking at the tv screen at him like damn
Guess niggas just gon bite, we lime light go get your shades if we just too bright
[Hook]x2
[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks]
Girl you a cutup, whatup, shutup
Go ahead and put that butt up
Face down all this money dollars that we taste now
How you feel about it nigga I be trilla lady killa
Paying phones bills and I’m looking for home still
And I still ain’t found it, but I stay grounded
And I stay cashing that Ferragamo be the fashion
We running through them pros till they gone
Couldn’t wait told them hungry bitches come and get a plate
You can ride on top of this until you get a stomach ache
I’m the man where I be from, come and get a piece of cake
Feeling good than a Muh man loving what we make
And all them hating niggas they be looking how we taking it
[Hook]x2
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8. |
F.B.A.G.
03:25
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[Verse 1: Shorty K]
TPC bitch...
Bang bang skeet skeet my white bitch a big freak
I throw it and she throw it back, sex game Frisbee
Bullshit miss me, I be getting busy
Margiela for my shirt and my shoes they ballistic
I got you got baby mama gaga gaga
Bitches call me mister lover man that’s a shot at Shabba
Rinks when I walk into that bank
Say how you want it mister bell jack ben franks what you think
I got bitches popping mollys till they faint
That’s for mami but I be out all in the party on that drink
Puff and pass to my posse, that Pacquio that stank
You pussy pushing to pull it it’s probably cuz you can't
[Hook]x8
Foreign bands asses gold
[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks]
Man it’s the rap game rap gang
Man mutherfucker fuck you
I’m ashing on the airplane the pilot say it’s just you
So you the only one Mike
I'mma hit that bitch twice, but you can keep smoking it
I act like I ain’t notice shit
10 million dollar baby lotto ticket
Djing your girl pussy like “Vicky Vicky”
Bitches wanna kick it bitches wanna chill
Cuz we real and the wanna see how do that feel
Fresher than the preemy hoping out of that 'ghini bro
Make sure you talking bout that money when you bring me up
It’s like hook the motherfucking game genie up
Yup Banco
[Hook]x4
[Verse 3: Tris J]
I come through like ahh tell a bitch I’m bout it bout it
I’ve been on a shooting spree me miss a 3 I doubt it doubt it
Hit a lick that rocket bop, mix that shit all in the pot
I hit a lick that rocket pop, boy I got that like a fire
Im cold you too old
My old bitch that’s your bitch
She hate all my new hoes, roll up like two os
Smoke that with my two bros
We hit Stacks with a few stacks and bought us some new clothes
Dance for em my ass go
Shoes new my mac pro
My white bitch my white bitch
My black ho my black ho
Skinny nigga toothpick
[Hook]x8
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Sir Michael Rocks Chicago, Illinois
No artist has pivoted the cultural zeitgeist more in the past decade than Sir Michael Rocks. When Banco isn't rewriting the rules of modern fashion, he shifts the sounds of popular music. From The Cool Kids to his solo projects Michaels' stuck on forward. ... more
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