"TANK GIRL" lyrics

Yep, yep-yep, yep, yep for love (Hahaha)
Yep, yep, yep, yep for love
Yep, yep-yep, yep, yep for love
Yep, yep, yep, yep for love (Yuh)

For the love of money
Stack it up, we add it up to the moon
I'll be six feet of fuckin' platoon
I roll with gorillas, you fuckin' buffoons
Guerilla warfare, you don't really wanna go there
Baby boom, better prepare, I light up the flares
Come out the bushes and run up the stairs (Yuh)
They can't care for running my money up
Don't really care 'bout the politics
Load up the holotips
Follow me into the storm
I'm leading the way
Then follow me into my grave
Be precise and don't make mistakes
Then put the knife on and they can't spray
Everybody that you see today
Don't nobody get in my fucking way
I don't need my flowers
I need my check before the hour's done
You cowards never rattle me up
Blow my dick and swallow my nut
You rappers got me fucked up
These hoes be getting no love
Sitting alone on my sofa
No bitches just me and my doja
I roll up in the tank
I'ma go shoot up a bank
I'ma go hard in the paint
I cool the matata that reefer
Take all of my problems away
I feel like a saint
Bitches pull up and they faint
When they see my pretty face
Wondering what will it take
To get baby bone in they place
Bust a lil bread in his face

Drop a low, your hoe was throwing it bad for me
Baby, phone the dap and change the game
Switchin' lanes and Cadillacs, a bad deluxe
I'm a laugh for any fuckboy in my range
Lately been feelin' the rage
I might go out with a bang
Toss me a couple grenades
Blow up the cities and watch it go down in flames
And I was out to
And it was I who paved the way
On my lil' underground babies
Enemies mad that I made it out
One of the greatest from the south
That three to the O to the five
Tatted on me 'til I die
Don't wanna link with you now
You got me fucked up, man
Go ahead, take my dick out your mouth (Yep)

Lil' bitch, yuh
That 305, yuh
All But 6, ay, yuh
Fuck, boy
That 305, 305, yuh