Lyrics: The Lonely Island. Turtleneck & Chain. Shy Ronnie 2: Ronnie & Clyde.

Yeaahh, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay 
We at it again, everybody now 
Hands in the air, its a stick up, stick up 
no funny business or you get lit up, lit up 
You test I (I), you gon' die (die) 
And at your funeral ya mama gon' cry 
So customers kiss the floor, floor 
And clerks open cash drawers slow, slow 
If you don't wanna end up dead 
You'll do everything Shy Ronnie says 
Tell 'em, Ronnie! 

(Ronnie murmers) 

No one in the bank can hear you 
Shy Ronnie, use your outside voice 
We don't have time for this 
Let's go 

So stay on the ground its a stick up, stick up 
Your wallets and jewels we'll pick up, pick up 
Unload the cash (cash), move your ass (ass) 
We getting money, tell 'em Shy Ronnie 

(Ronnie murmers) 

Please, please use your words 

Just imagine that everyone's naked 
Uh, oh! 
Boner alert. He really pictured them naked. 
The police are on their way 
(come out with your hands up) 
good luck, Shy Ronnie 
Bye, bye! 

HA-HAA! 

Ronnie motherfucker and I'm back from the dead, 
Brain bored with the murder, so I shot my own leg 
Don't get the name twisted, cause I'm crazy as shit 
I hung a giant ass noose off my giant ass dick-- 

Aye! I forgot this money 
And also this guy 
Come on, we're gonna have sex 
Too-da-loo! 

And you can hang from it 
Cause you don't wanna see my real gun 
Shots to the sky but your face sound real fun! 
Ronnie!