[Hook x2]
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh!"
"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"

[Verse 1: Large Professor]
Listen — you get upset
When you hear the Large Professor on your girl's cassette, deck
Expect, nothin' comin' soft, 'cause I'll never throw weaker blows
I'll kick you in your [ass] and your breath'll smell like sneaker soles
Now how's that for a fixin'?
You'd better rather go to Roy's, 'cause I ain't kickin' science fiction
I kick a size 9 sneaker or boot
Chop chumps to stumps, and they remain mi-nute
The Sheik, I get deep, and always leave with the wet meat
Because of my technique, I'm the one you let speak
I collect props and crops like spinach
I'm vintage, your single sums up to a 10-inch
My soul brothers Van Paul and Pete Rock
Keep the funk flowin' until the last beat stops
The soul man, can't have you leavin' on a stretcher
Probably, have you leavin' in leather, I catch a body
From wreckin' slum rappers, but to be frank
I don't give a [fuck], I got money in the bank

[Hook x3]
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh!"
"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
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