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Bronx Bank Statement - Judeo
Count it up, count it up, feeling like an addict
Digit stack tall, skyscraper on the mattress
Penthouse stars, dirty bills in the cabinet
Money talk louder than a preacher to a Baptist
Red eye flight, no sleep, jet lag sting
Chain swing, heavy got the room light clinging
Bronx bank statement, ink still wet
Heavy lines of flight, heavy moves of vet
Bronx bank statement, commas in the margins
Grew up from the mud, no love, just a harvest
Bronx bank statement, gold on the pavement
Took the hard road, now the paper feel sacred
808s hit like a sledge to the concrete
Whip so clean, leave the block in a heartbeat
Sober since, humming in the back like a choir
Bags getting heavy, stacking higher and higher
Luxury threads, water line like a tailor
Rolex ticking time, moves for a player
Dark nights, bright dreams, shadows in the rearview
But the bank notes sing, the vision stay clear too
Paper chasing, phantom for the cold night
Took risks, lost sleep, now it's all in bow tie
Bronx bank statement, they don't lie
Try to touch that and watch the numbers fly
