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Big Bank Lyrics - Artist : Big K.R.I.T.
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
I got big bank flexing on a motherfucker Ain't shit changed 'cause I'm still getting (Still) mine Ain't no love for a hater tryna block me, tryna play me Motherfuckers never stop my (Stop) shine Yeah they see me but they're still watching (they're still watching) I got shinin' on re-run (On re-run), I got shinin' on re-run Yeah they see me but they're still watching (they're still watching) I got shinin' on re-run (On re-run), I got shinin' on re-run I was one deep, creepin' Caddy on high, my paint never dry Forgiato, the women, and tires Make it where niggas will never get by Flipping the script on the hoes Shine up the grill in these glows Paper dip but never show 'Til the parking lot was super throwed Players out here on game Pimpin' so cold on the hoes on the two below That we can put out the flame Of the blue hand of the roof of the coupe All I got is bands man, who got the change? Who got the number to the nearest burger diner? The club can chirp 'fore the clip hit the pole And do a split, 'cause we bought wings We ain't talking about flights Talking lemon pepper, vodka with the ice Spent more on Js than the steak and the shrimp Than most gon' make in they in life Ain't tripped up, never hiccup from the drank Pick up where I left off on the dank Flexed out, never stressed out over chains Stretched out, get pressed out on the grain Woof! You hear that there? I make it where these motherfuckers feel that there When the rims too big and the road ain't shit It make it hard to steer that there But it's big bank, big bank, big bank, big bank, one time I wake up, cake up, cake up, then press rewind I got big bank flexing on a motherfucker Ain't shit changed 'cause I'm still getting (Still) mine Ain't no love for a hater tryna block me, tryna play me Motherfuckers never stop my (Stop) shine Yeah they see me but they're still watching (they're still watching) I got shinin' on re-run (On re-run), I got shinin' on re-run Yeah, they see me but they're still watching (they're still watching) I got shinin' on re-run (On re-run) I got shinin' on re-run Big bank! [T.I.:] Big bank, currency, and revenue (Yeah) Getting to it, all a nigga ever do (Hmm) And all I care about is how to get it, no doubt Big numbers in front of my decimal, check it Make sure it's multiplying Is all I'm ever I worried about And slow money beat no money What the fuck you in a hurry 'bout? Nigga, I'm saying, hmm Stay getting to it, that broke shit ain't in my plan Yeah, sleep when I'm dead, I'ma grind every day that I can Got seven kids, and I gotta make sure all of 'em them fed By any means, can't be no excuses (Uh-uh) My children can't eat no excuses (Uh-uh) My daughter can't sleep in excuses My son, he see me with no paper? Like, "Keep your excuses" (Keep 'em!) If you ain't producing, you're useless That's why I'm out here getting to it Fresh out the booth, I go straight to the stage Then I go straight to get paid Hundred I earned, fifty I saved My bitch don't be cleaning up, I need a maid She don't be cooking, so I need a chef Ain't giving me nothing, I get it myself I'm doing my thing and I did it to death Stacking them chips, getting that dough Millions, need me a couple hundo Big mansion with a double front door Pretty young thang in a new condo Pray to God I can stay rich and stay humble, damn! [Big K.R.I.T.:] I got big bank flexing on a motherfucker Ain't shit changed 'cause I'm still getting (Still) mine Ain't no love for a hater try'na block me, tryna play me Motherfuckers never stop my (Stop) shine Yeah they see me but they're still watching (they're still watching) I got shinin' on re-run (On re-run), I got shinin' on re-run Yeah, they see me but they're still watching (they're still watching) I got shinin' on re-run (On re-run) I got shinin' on re-run Big bank! [Mannie Fresh:] Earthlings and aliens, gather around, come close While I tell you the story of fine-ass Denise And the four 15s in a Caprice Hitting hard like a disrespectful stepdaddy The thunder god coming up the block Going subbing is a way of life Hugged up with your baby mama or your wife Ride on, sub on |
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