Artist: Big K.R.I.T. f/ T.I. Album: 4eva Is a Mighty Long Time Song: Big Bank Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Chorus: Big K.R.I.T.] I got big bank flexin on a muthafucka Ain't shit changed cause I'm still gettin, (still) miiiiine! Ain't no love for a hater tryna fly me, tryna play me Nuthafuckas never stop my, (stop) shiiiiine! Yeah, they see me but they STILL watchin (they STILL watchin) I got shinin on re-run (on re-run) I got shinin on re-run Yeah, they see me but they STILL watchin (they STILL watchin) I got shinin on re-run (on re-run) I got shinin on re-run [Big K.R.I.T.] Uhh! I was +1 Deep Creepin+ Caddy on high, my paint never dry Forgiato, the women, the tires Makin what niggaz will never get by Flippin the script on these hoes Shine up the grill and these glows Paper dip but never show 'til the parking lot was super throwed Playas out'chea on game Pimp 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 bird that's down The clucker chirp for the clique, hit the pole and do a SPLIT~! Cause we bought wings We ain't talkin 'bout flights Talkin lemon pepper, vodka with the ice Spent mo' on Js , lobster, steak and the shrimp than most gon' make in they in LIFE! Ain't tripped up, never hiccup from the drank (drank) Pick up where I left off on the dank (dank) Flexed out, never stressed out over chains (chain) Stretched out, get pressed down when it CRANK! (CRANK!) WOOF!! You hear that there? I make it where these muthafuckas 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 [Chorus] (Big bank!) [T.I.] Big bank, currency, and revenue - yeah Gettin 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'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 gettin 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 yo' excuses" (Keep 'em!) If yee ain't producing, you're useless, that's why I'm out here gettin 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 cleanin up, I need a maid She don't be cookin so I need a chef Ain't givin me nothin, I get it myself I'm doin my thang and I did it to death Stackin them chips, gettin 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, damn [Chorus] (Big bank!) [Outro: Mannie Fresh] Earthlings and aliens, gather around, come close While I tell you the story of fine-ass Denise And the fo' 15s' in a Caprice Hittin hard like a disrespectful step-daddy The thunder god coming up the block Goin subbin is a way of life Hugged up with yo' baby mama or your wife Ride on, sub on