Big Bank Lyrics

I got big bank casing on a mothafucka
Ain't shit changed 'cause I'm still getting mine
Ain't no love for a hater tryna fly me, tryna play me
Mothafuckas never stop my shine
Yeah, they see me, but they still watching
I got shining on re-run (on re-run)
I got shining on re-run
Yeah, they see me, but they still watching
I got shining on re-run (on re-run)
I got shining 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 y'all
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 nearly burned it down
The club can chirp before the clip hit the pole and
Do a split 'cause we bought wings
We ain't talking about flight, talking lemon pepper vodka with the ice
Spent more on J than steak and the shrimp than mo' gon' make in they in life
Ain't tripped up, never hiccup from the drink
Pick up where I left off on the dank
Flexed out, never stressed out over chains
Stretched out, get pressed out on the grain
You hear that there, I make these mothafuckas wanna feel that there
When the wheel too big, and the road ain't shit
Make it hard to steer that there, but it
Big bank, big bank, big bank, big bank, big bank
One time, I wake up
Cake up, cake up, cake up, then press rewind

I got big bank casing on a mothafucka
Ain't shit changed 'cause I'm still getting mine
Ain't no love for a hater tryna fly me, tryna play me
Mothafuckas never stop my shine
Yeah, they see me, but they still watching
I got shining on re-run (on re-run)
I got shining on re-run
Yeah, they see me, but they still watching
I got shining on re-run (on re-run)
I got shining on re-run

Big bank, currency, revenue
Getting to it, all a nigga ever knew
When all I ever cared about is how to get it no doubt
Big problems ain't apart of my decimals
Make sure it's multiplying is all I'm ever I worried about
If slow money beat no money, what the fuck you in a hurry 'bout?
Nigga, I'm saying
Stay getting to that broke shit ain't in my plan
Sleep with the dead, I'ma grind every day that I can
Gots them kids, and I gotta make sure that they 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 needs to be with 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 'bout need a maid
She don't be cooking, so I need a chef
You 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 casing on a mothafucka
Ain't shit changed 'cause I'm still getting mine
Ain't no love for a hater tryna fly me, tryna play me
Mothafuckas never stop my shine
Yeah, they see me, but they still watching
I got shining on re-run (on re-run)
I got shining on re-run
Yeah, they see me, but they still watching
I got shining on re-run (on re-run)
I got shining on re-run
Big Bank

Earthlings and aliens gather round, come close
Let me tell you the story of fine ass Denise
In a 415 and a Caprice
Hitting hard like a disrespectful step-daddy
The thunder god going Southern is the way of life
Hugged up with yo' baby mama or your wife
Right on
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