Big K.R.I.T., Mannie Fresh and T.I. - Big Bank

I got big bank casing on a muthafucka
Ain't shit changed cuz' I'm still getting mine
Ain't no love for a hater tryna fly me, tryna play me
Muthafuckas 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 creep in it
Caddy on high, my paint never dry
Forgi I don't know rim and the tires
Squeaking where niggas will never get by
Flipping the script on these 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
Pimp pimping so cold on the hoes and its two below
That we can put out the flame
Of the blue hand of the roof on the coup 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 ice
Spit more on J than steak and the shrimp than mo' gon make in they in life
We ain't tripped up, never hiccup from the drink
Pick up where I left off on the dank
Flex out, never stressed out over chains
Stretched out, get pressed out on the grain
You hear that dere', I make these muthafuckas wanna feel that dere'
When the wheel too big, and the road ain't shit
Make it hard to steer that dere', 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 muthafucka
Ain't shit changed cuz' I'm still getting mine
Ain't no love for a hater tryna fly me, tryna play me
Muthafuckas 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 seven kids, and I gotta make sure all of them 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 need a maid
She don't be cooking, so I need a chef
You ain't giving me nuthin', 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, stay rich, stay humble

I got big bank casing on a muthafucka
Ain't shit changed cuz' I'm still getting mine
Ain't no love for a hater tryna fly me, tryna play me
Muthafuckas 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

Written by:
Justin Scott, Clifford Harris, William Washington

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Lyrics © BMG Rights Management

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