All Cash in the Bank versuri

All Cash in the Bank lyrics by Yung Flexzo, Rado Blickz

Intro: Yung Flexzo
(Ayy, Blickz on the track, bitch!)
Whole lotta pain in the bank, ya feel me?
Woo—Flexzo!
Yeah, yeah, uh (GRRRT! BOOM!)

Verse 1: Yung Flexzo
I put blood on the pavement, I ain’t never need a label (Never)
Stackin’ dirty money in a clean-ass safe, tucked under the cable (Facts)
Ran off on the plug, he was talkin’ like he able (What?)
Now he missin’ like a ghost, had to disconnect the cradle (Boom!)
Got a bitch from the Heights, she boujee but she snort lines (Uh-huh)
Got a chop in the Benz, and a TEC in the ‘23 (Skrrt!)
Had to double up quick, made a hunnid off the co-sign (Woo!)
Shooters in the back with a mask, no FaceTime (Blrrr!)

Chorus: Yung Flexzo & Rado Blickz
All cash in the bank (Bank!), rubber bands ‘round the racks (Racks!)
Couple goons in the tank (Grrr!), all my dawgs know the facts (Facts!)
We was movin’ like a mob (Mob), in the trap eatin’ scraps (Yeah!)
Now it’s Louis on the tags, fifty bands just to laugh (Sheesh!)

Verse 2: Rado Blickz
Hop out the Wraith like I stole it (Skrrt!)
Got a bitch in the back and she throwin’ (Throw it!)
Had a MAC in my locker in school
Teachers knew but they act like they ain’t notice (Pussy!)
Put my life in this blicky, I told it (Bow!)
Crack on the stove, that’s a ritual
Feds lookin’, I’m actin’ invisible (Shhh!)

Bridge: Rado Blickz
(Click-clack, boom!)
Told Flexzo, „We up next, don’t fold” (Don’t fold!)
I got racks comin’ in too cold (Too cold!)
Try to run off, that story old (Facts!)
We don’t talk, that shit get bold (Never!)
Put his name on a tee, that’s soul (Gone!)
He was tweetin’, now he layin’ with mold (Blah!)

Chorus: Yung Flexzo & Rado Blickz
All cash in the bank (Yuh!), we don’t touch no checks (Nah!)
Got a safe in the floor (What?), and a stick by the desk (Boom!)
She want Louis and Dior (Uh-huh), I want silence, not stress (Shut up!)
Ain’t no pressure, just threats—press a button, he’s next (GRRT!)

Verse 3: Yung Flexzo
I was up when they was sleep (Yeah), I was starvin’, now I feast (Let’s go!)
Niggas act like they want beef, we serve shells, not no meats (Haha!)
Now I’m posted with elites, ain’t no cap up in these streets (Never!)
Put his name in a verse? Nah—we just creep, then delete (Woo!)

Outro: Rado Blickz
(Yeah… blick-blick!)
This real drill shit, no fairy tales, no cap
Yung Flexzo, Blickz—yeah, we back
And we just cashed out… again
Fuck you mean?