[Chorus]
Get your money and run, run, run
Don't stop 'cuz prize is your life
Get your money and run, run, run
Don't stop 'cuz prize is your life
Get your money and run, run, run
Don't stop 'cuz prize is your life
[Verse 1]
This might come as a shocker to you, like sticking a fork in a wall socket
But I'm resorting to pickpocket or walking through store parking lots getting open car doors if they don't lock it
Yeah you heard me
I steal most the car I see but if it's one I've not stole [sic], I hop in the front seat and take all your quarters out the console
Look, I know what I did stunk [sic] but that's what you get, you little punk
And when I'm done with that shit I'll eat all the groceries out the trunk
(No, no, no, no)
I found some dude wearing J's and I thought they were fucking sick
I didn't even need new shoes bitch I stole them just for kicks
But kids, meet William, my getaway driver with the Volvo
He takes me to and from every single robbery that I go
Half of my money's underground inside of some box wrapped in a poncho
The other half of my stash is filling every inch of bathroom [sic] at my condo
Bet that's why they call me John Doe
Just keep this on the down-low (Shh)
I would like to rob this bank I mean, I'd like to make a withdraw
Let me start over
Hold up —this is a stick-up, show me the vault
Look here
This is a gun
It's a real genuine gun
It ain't for BB's, ain't for show and it ain't for fun
I'm gonna blow some motherfucking heads off if there ain't doe in this bag in three, two, one...
Right in the middle of a car chase and run out of gas
Pop the trunk and take out the cash
Sixteen bags it's too many to carry with cops coming up and the cops coming up fast
So I salvage all that I can but man, if I'm really such a villain, a crook, a thief or a felon, and just simply raising hell then handcuff me, keep me from yelling, stand up and take me to jail then
That's right Judy Sheindlin, why don't you take me to jail then?
If I've done those things you're claiming why don't you take me to psych
I know I'm guilty
So fuck it, I'm bailing
[Chorus]
Get your money and run, run, run
Don't stop 'cuz prize is your life
Get your money and run, run, run
Don't stop 'cuz prize is your life
Get your money and run, run, run
Don't stop 'cuz prize is your life
[Verse 2]
It's sickening I know
You just don't know it when you're well-fed with food on your table able to grab a loaf, not forced to steal doe, like an ill-bred
Half their money's beneath the floor and I got the rest in my tool shed, stacking from the liquor store that I went and robbed just like Will said
Who said?
I don't know his real name but I've always just called him Will
So in case we get trapped and caught I can say he forced me against my will
Still the next day I follow some pretty lady going into Hibachi Grill
I-I-I stand a little ways back trying to formulate a plan the woman smells of Dolc —sniff sniff— yeah Dolce&Gabbana
So then I approach this hoochie in the most orderly manner
Take her Gucci bag and slide across the whole fucking sushi counter (Ah fuck)
Look here
This is my gun
My absolute favourite gun
It ain't for BB's, ain't a toy and it ain't for fun
I'm gonna blow some motherfucking heads off if there ain't doe in this bag in three —you know what: you're done
Shoot a motherfucker in the ass
Wallet pops out the back of his pocket, now I'm picking up all of his cash
(This is all mine)
So whether it's a bank robbery, a common thief mugging, or a fucking burglary, if you see the cops coming start running, don't look at me
Better get under something, climb inside a bush or tree
Look, do whatever you need to not get caught, and go against everything your mama taught
Don't just stand around and talk sucking your thumb
Don't be dumb and walk
Don't walk; be smart and run
Police are coming, hear the sirens come
Fuck it's a heist gone wrong
Lights are flashing, it's kinda fun, till the car stalls when you're almost gone
Get the loot and cash buddy
Go and grab stuff, empty the trunk
Umm that's a cue to dash sonny
Get your bags of money and run
I repeat
[Chorus]
Get your money and run, run, run
Don't stop 'cuz prize is your life
Get your money and run, run, run
Don't stop 'cuz prize is your life
Get your money and run, run, run
Don't stop 'cuz prize is your life
Get your money and run, run, run
Don't stop 'cuz prize is your life
Get your money and run, run, run
Don't stop 'cuz prize is your life
Get your money and run, run, run
Don't stop 'cuz prize is your life
[Verse 3]
Am I the only one who knew you needed money for shoes?
Am I the only one who knows that you need money for clothes?
(I guess)
That you need money for rent (mhm)
And you need money to keep (I knew that)
Yeah, you need money for bread and you need money for meat
Like is it not understood that you need money to eat?
(Uh-uh)
Am I the only one repeating that you need money to eat?
(You need it)
If this is something we all need and everyone can agree then don't ask why robbed a bank
Honestly, like... why do you think?