ATM

I slammed a few shots, and then dropped three dots
Everyone's in on the plot, it's time for the troops to move out
Fuck check points that's for a bitch without clout
My troops are about anything except running their motherfucking mouth

Tight lips is the only way to run a fucking ship
Wrap your minds around the mother lode and don't loose your grip
Every man do your fucking job, if this shit's a clock it had better be Swiss
The cross hairs comes with a guarantee that you can't even miss

Taking this shit straight at their ass, we know all of their safe houses
Nothings gonna be reported about robbing a fucking safe house
Bitches being hard headed don't want to hit the floor
Two blast center mast nailed their asses to the walls and doors

Combinations entered, tumblers start fucking falling
Safe doors spring open, money starts pouring from the floors and walling
My soldiers are accustom to a bitch being on top and hitting the jackpot
There's no arguing and fighting we all grabbed what we got

Duct tape and zip tie the surviving few
Bitch you better shut the fuck up, you don't have a clue
My boy Peanut's an arsonist don't make him do what he do
Fuck around and forensics wont have any way of identifying you

Now I know the schedule and someone will be here by six in the morning
You'll be running around like ants, while we're in the bed snoring
My crew has met up, divided up, hit a few lines, then went home to fuck
Leaving your ass on pause until again we get ready to touch

Hahaha, you're nothing now but a ready made teller
It's for my pockets that you became a drug and pussy seller
So keep my money safe, until I need to make another withdrawal
The next time no one has to die, I'll just give you a fucking call