Piggy Bank lyrics

by

Dr. Dre


[Produced by Needlz]

[Chorus]
Clickity-clank, clickity-clank
The money goes into my piggy bank
Clickity-clank, clickity-clank
The money goes into my piggy bank

[Refrain]
I get at you
My knife cuts your skin
I get at you
Blow shots at your man
I get at you
2Pac don’t pretend
I get at you
I’ll put that to a end

[Verse 1]
That damn sh*t is old, don’t be screamin’ “Get At Me Dog”,
Have you runnin’ for your life when I match ya part
I get to wavin’ that semi like it’s legal
A lil’ n*gga hurt his arm, lettin’ off that Eagle, you know me
Black on black Bentley, big ol’ black nine
I’ll clap your monkey-ass, yeah black on black crime
Big ol’ chrome rims gleam, you know how I shine
C’mon on man, you know how I shine
I’m in the hood, in the drop, Teflon vinyl top
Got a 100 guns, a 100 clips, why I don’t hear no shots?,
That fat n*gga thought Lean Back was In Da Club, my sh*t sold eleven mill’
His sh*t was a dud,
Jada don’t f*ck with me, if you wanna eat
Cause I’ll do yo’ little ass like Jay did Mobb Deep,
Yeah homey in New York n*ggas like your vocals
But that’s only New York dawg, yo’ ass is local
[Chorus]
Clickity-clank, clickity-clank
The money goes into my piggy bank
Clickity-clank, clickity-clank
The money goes into my piggy bank

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money
Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money
Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money
Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money

[Verse 2]
Banks’ sh*t, sells; Buck’s sh*t, sells
Game’s sh*t, sells; I’m rich as hell
Shyne poppin’ off his mouth from a cell
He don’t want it with me, he in PC
I could have a n*gga run up on him with a shank
For just a few pennies out my piggy bank,
Yayo bring the condoms, I’m in Room 203
Freak b*tch look like Kim before the surgery
It’s an emergency, for Michael Jackson see
Your picture and says she looks like me,,
Kelis said her milkshake bring all the boys to the yard then Nas went
And tattooed the b*tch on his arm
I mean like way out in Cali n*ggas know you cuzz
First thing they say about you is you’s a sucker for love,,
This is chess not checkers, these are warning shots
After your next move I’ll give you what I got,
[Chorus]
Clickity-clank, clickity-clank
The money goes into my piggy bank
Clickity-clank, clickity-clank
The money goes into my piggy bank

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money
Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money
Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money
Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money

[Refrain]
When I get at you
I’ll punch out your grill
I’ll get at you
Let off that blue steel
I’ll get at you
n*gga, I’m for real
I’ll get at you
You'll get yo’ ass killed

[Outro]
Yeah
Yeahhhhhh
Hahahaha
Ya’ll n*ggas gotta do somethin' now man
All the shoot ‘em up sh*t ya’ll be talkin’
You gotta do somethin' baby
I mean, I mean c'mon man everybody’s listenin'
n*gga everybody’s listenin'
Hahahahahahaha
I know you ain’t gon' just let 50 do you like that
I mean damn rep your hood n*gga
n*gga, you hard right?
Pop off
Yayo get Monster and them n*ggas on the phone tell them n*ggas I said grip up
n*ggas got a green light on these monkeys
Hahahaha
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