Gone in 60 Seconds

(Mustard on the beat, ho)

A suit and tie, you know my disguise

A buck-50 on the HP like I don't have a mind

And if they somehow catch up, I'ma tell 'em I was high

Poured off a five, niggas tend to think I'm blind

Mr. Mosely, Mr. Mosely, it's the foreign whip crasher

Hanging out the window, it's the two greedy bastards

Gripping on this TEC and I hope it don't jam

Do whatever for the dough, you know me, Tommy Bram

Think I need a dolly 'cause this stove is too heavy

Whole brick in saran and the stench is kinda deadly

I was in the town, had to thank Susan Lee

Shot over my head, had to duck the Judases

I be gone

In and out fast

Knock, knock, ding, dong, get the cash

I be gone in 60 seconds

In and out fast

Knock, knock, ding, dong, get the cash

I be gone in 60 seconds

We know, we know, I be gone in 60 seconds

We know, we know, we know

Back at it again Mr. Big Bank Budda

Blow them bands baby, bitches tend to think I'm stupid

On the road again like I'm singing country music

Willie, Wiliie, Willie, Wiliie, Willie, Wiliie Nelson

I think he finna tell ain't no talk the homies stuff 'em

He happy with the cash, put the money in the grams

I don't hear the bots but they must be on they phones

Shit is kinda tricky, gotta leave this shit alone

And I be gone

In and out fast

Knock, knock, ding, dong, get the cash

I be gone in 60 seconds

In and out fast

Knock, knock, ding, dong, get the cash

I be gone in 60 seconds

We know, we know, I be gone in 60 seconds

We know, we know, we know

Sorry granddad it's the Stinc meter calling

In the back kicking doors tryna get all of my offer

I was tryna hide but this doggie keep moaning

Come here boy, I think the heater really calling me

Budda ain't the only piece I bought up in this bitch

'Cause if this shit get too ugly, I'ma let off the extend