You spared the moment in the getaway, getaway
I shout to shoot but you did it your own way
Slipshod shelling there’s a bullet in your leg
Looking back I’m glad it wasn’t your head
What were we thinking should have stuck to the plan
But you went off the beam and dropped the gun in your hand and
Here I am running for my life I’m out of ammo
Bullets are passing me and I don’t hear you anymore
I got the money but I’m gonna need to drop it
Still got the diamonds though
I ain’t giving up yet

Still pulled the grill from the getaway, getaway
A hit and run but I’ll be under my weight
Road rage your ass and I’ll be off on my way
A hit and miss I can’t afford for me to wait

Count my goings from the massacre raid
A mil in diamonds and I’m nil in the game
A hundred tens and fives are stuck in my shoe
Three-hundred hundreds in the bag I threw to you
Pull in the driveway and divide up the dough
Half in the bank and the rest is to blow
No time for cold feet time to cash in our spit
We’ll burn the house down and then we’ll split oh
It’s time for Vegas time to have us some fun
Whatever happens there it won’t follow us home
I’ll get a limo and we can raise the rooftop
Spend all our cash before we send out the cops oh

Still pulled the grill from the getaway, getaway
A hit and run but I’ll be under my weight
Road rage your ass and I’ll be off on my way
A hit and miss I can’t afford for me to wait

It would have been nice had I given it away
Stuck it in some pipes for someone lucky some day
But oh I’d hate to think that all my efforts and pain
Could have been put down somebody’s drain
A hit and run it’s nonchalant at my best
I’m like a blasé esquire set square to burn up the rest
And it’s, it’s what we do it’s where we get all our dough
And baby we ain’t been caught so we gon’ do it some more
Let’s go

Still pulled the grill from the getaway, getaway
A hit and run but I’ll be under my weight
Road rage your ass and I’ll be off on my way
A hit and miss I can’t afford for me to wait