Big Bank
    (专辑: 4eva Is A Mighty Long Time - 2017)
    
    [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 shining on re-run (On re-run), I 
got shining on re-run  Yeah they see me but they're still watching (they're still watching)  I 
got shining on re-run (On re-run), I 
got shining on re-run   I 
was one deep, creeping  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  Pimping 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 shining on re-run (On re-run), I 
got shining on re-run  Yeah, they see me but they're still watching (they're still watching)  I 
got shining on re-run (On re-run) I 
got shining 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 shining on re-run (On re-run), I 
got shining on re-run  Yeah, they see me but they're still watching (they're still watching)  I 
got shining on re-run (On re-run) I 
got shining 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