Clavicles.

Fillin' up the backpack, back in the Cadillac
Rollin' down to DC to get my money back
Yo, this is awesome, a-loadin' up a shotgun
A-bury me in cash in a big black coffin
A-runnin' through the White House, mask on, lights out
In the Oval Office like, "EMPTY YO' POCKETS!"
Stickin' up Congress, purses, watches

Walk through the doorway lookin' so cool
Chrome six-shooter, feelin' old school
Walk through the doorway feelin' old school
Chrome six-shooter, lookin' so cool
Get on the flo' and gimme yo' loot
Come on, mo-fo', I ain't scared to shoot

Yes.

It's nothing symbolic, like burning the flag
Just put all your wallets into the bag
You've robbed me for years and I want it all back
And that... And that...
And that and that and that and that