Big K.R.I.T. – Big Bank (feat. T.I.)

Big numbers in front of my decimal, check it
Players out’chea on game
Big bank
Yeah they see me but they still watching
Shine up the grill in these glows
Than mo’ gon’ make in they in life
Ain’t shit changed cause I’m still getting, still mine
Caddy on high, my paint never dry
And the 4 15s in a Caprice
Pick up where I left off on the dank
[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
Earthlings and aliens, gather around, come close
And slow money beat no money
Is all I’m ever I worried about
Mothafuckas never stop my, stop shine
Yeah they see me but they still watching
Hugged up with yo’ baby mama or your wife
Flexed out, never stressed out over chains
Pimpin’ so cold on the hoes on the two below
Got seven kids, and I gotta make sure
Going subbing is a way of life
I got shining on re-run (on re-run) I got shining on re-run
Yeah they see me but they still watching
Ride on, sub on
The club can chirp ‘fore the clip hit the pole
I got shining on re-run (on re-run) I got shining on re-run
Big bank, currency, and revenue
It make it hard to steer that there

Ain’t no love for a hater tryna fly me, tryna play me
Mothafuckas never stop my, stop shine
Big bank
[Verse 2: T.I.]
But it’s big bank, big bank, big bank, big bank, one time
Pretty young thang in a new condo
Of the blue hand of the roof of the coupe
Yeah they see me but they still watching
My son he see me with no paper like keep your excuses
Stay getting to it that broke shit ain’t in my plan, yeah
[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
Talking lemon pepper vodka with the ice
I got big bank flexing on a mothafucka
That’s why I’m out here getting to it
[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
Pray to God I could stay rich and stay humble
[Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.]
Ain’t shit changed cause I’m still getting, still mine
I was one deep, creepin’
I make it where these mothafuckas feel that there
Flipping the script on the hoes
Where niggas will never get by
Then I go straight to get paid
She don’t be cooking so I need a chef
Nigga, I’m saying, mm
Who got the number to the nearest burger diner?
Ain’t no love for a hater tryna fly me, tryna play me
Can’t be no excuses, my children can’t eat no excuses
Mothafuckas never stop my, stop shine
Woof! You hear that there
Ain’t no love for a hater tryna fly me, tryna play me
I got shining on re-run (on re-run) I got shining on re-run
And all I care about is how to get it, no doubt
If you ain’t producing, you’re useless
Stacking them chips, getting that dough
I got big bank flexing on a mothafucka
We ain’t talking about flights
Ain’t shit changed cause I’m still getting, still mine
I got shining on re-run (on re-run) I got shining on re-run
Yeah they see me but they still watching
Yeah they see me but they still watching
Big mansion with a double front do’
Ain’t giving me nothin’, I get it myself
Spent more on Js than the steak and the shrimp
Millions, need me a couple hundo
I’m doing my thing and I did it to death
And do a split, cause we bought wings
When the rims too big and the road ain’t shit

Hunnid’ I earned, fifty I saved

Hitting hard like a disrespectful step-daddy

I wake up, cake up, cake up, then press, rewind
The thunder god coming up the block
Sleep when I’m dead, I’ma grind every day that I can
Getting to it, all a nigga ever do
‘Til the fucking lot was super throwed

What the fuck you in a hurry ’bout?
Fresh out the booth, I go straight to the stage
Forgiato, the women, and tires squeaking
All I got is bands man, who got the change?
My daughter can’t sleep in excuses
I got big bank flexing on a mothafucka
Ain’t tripped up, never hiccup from the drank
[Outro: Mannie Fresh]
All of ’em them fed, by any means
That we can put out the flame
While I tell you the story of fine ass Denise
Make sure it’s multiplying
I got shining on re-run (on re-run) I got shining on re-run
My bitch don’t be cleaning up, I need a maid
I got shining on re-run (on re-run) I got shining on re-run
Paper dip but never show
Stretched out, get pressed out on the grain