Big Bank (feat. T.I.)

Big K.R.I.T

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    I got big bank flexing on a mothafucka
    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
    Mothafuckas never stop my, stop shine
    Yeah they see me but they still watching
    I got shinin' on re-run (on re-run) I got shinin' on re-run
    Yeah they see me but they 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 squeaking
    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 fucking lot was super throwed
    Players out'chea 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 mo' 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 mothafuckas 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 mothafucka
    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
    Mothafuckas never stop my, stop shine
    Yeah they see me but they still watching
    I got shinin' on re-run (on re-run) I got shinin' on re-run
    Yeah they see me but they still watching
    I got shinin' on re-run (on re-run) I got shinin' on re-run

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    Big bank, currency, and revenue
    Getting to it, all a nigga ever do
    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, mm
    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, my children can't eat no excuses
    My daughter can't sleep in excuses
    My son he see me with no paper like keep your excuses
    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
    Hunnid' 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 nothin', 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 do'
    Pretty young thang in a new condo
    Pray to God I could stay rich and stay humble

    I got big bank flexing on a mothafucka
    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
    Mothafuckas never stop my, stop shine
    Yeah they see me but they still watching
    I got shinin' on re-run (on re-run) I got shinin' on re-run
    Yeah they see me but they still watching
    I got shinin' on re-run (on re-run) I got shinin' on re-run

    Earthlings and aliens, gather around, come close
    While I tell you the story of fine ass Denise
    And the 4 15s in a Caprice
    Hitting hard like a disrespectful step-daddy
    The thunder God coming up the block
    Going subbing is a way of life
    Hugged up with yo' baby mama or your wife
    Ride on, sub on

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