TipToe’N Rick Ross

[Chorus]
I'm tiptoe'n out the bank, hope you don't speak to me
I'm tiptoe'n out the bank, hope you don't speak to me
I'm tiptoe'n out the bank, hope you don't speak to me
Hope you don't speak to me, hope you don't speak to me
I'm tiptoe'n out the bank, hope you don't speak to me
I'm tiptoe'n out the bank, hope you don't speak to me
I'm tiptoe'n out the bank, hope you don't speak to me
Hope you don't speak to me, hope you don't speak to me

[Verse 1]
Flowers for the bitches, bottles for my dawgs
I got coupes in the yard, so I fuck 'em all
I got Ballys on my feet, the money on my mind
All year we run around like it's the summertime
Ship my Bentley to Jamaica, "what the bumbaclot?"
My bitch dreads to the floor, that pussy Rastafari
Top shotta told me, "shut it for a batty boy"
Kidnapping charges, walk up in the with John Gotti's lawyer
I'm tiptoe'n out the court, hope you don't speak to me
Just respect a nigga name or die peacefully
I don't fuck with sucka' niggas, that's the other side
And they still do B&E, that's on my brotha side

[Chorus]
I'm tiptoe'n out the bank, hope you don't speak to me
I'm tiptoe'n out the bank, hope you don't speak to me
I'm tiptoe'n out the bank, hope you don't speak to me
Hope you don't speak to me, hope you don't speak to me
I'm tiptoe'n out the bank, hope you don't speak to me
I'm tiptoe'n out the bank, hope you don't speak to me
I'm tiptoe'n out the bank, hope you don't speak to me
Hope you don't speak to me, hope you don't speak to me