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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 SongtexteWe 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 Sub on Aus Songtexte Mania