Big K.R.I.T. - Big Bank (Feat. T.I.) [MV]

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 tryna fly me, tryna play me

Mothafuckas never stop my, stop 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 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 tryna fly me, tryna play me

Mothafuckas never stop my, stop 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

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 tryna fly me, tryna play me

Mothafuckas never stop my, stop 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 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