Lyrics

Thank You Oh God... Word I was thinking that we start off with a high note Back to back looking 'round like some vinyl Hands warm from the hearts that you dun stole queen You turn these kings into dogs every time though Side effects of a woman on her grind, G You draw the plates and they be stepping out of line, see They not use to all that power that you walk with Click clacking around my castle so shine-ly To be honest, I would rob a whole bank for you Put that money in a pink duffel bag for you A little worried that you probably wouldn't do the same You stay frontin' but I keep on coming back for you You addictive like a dance that I ain't never had I did the math, baby girl, shit I did the math I got to take ten paces so we better off But every ten turns to twenty cause I double back To be honest, I would rob a whole bank for you I'm serious....word To be honest, I would rob a whole bank for you I'm serious...word Like put your hands up in the air and cop a mask for you I'm serious...word Like crack the safe if that meant I be saving ya I'm serious...word