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 try'na block me, tryna play me Mothafuckas never stop my, stop shine Yeah they see me but they still watching I got shinin' on re-run (on re-run) I got shinin' on re-run Yeah they see me but they still watching I got shinin' on re-run (on re-run) I got shinin' 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 try'na block me, tryna play me Mothafuckas never stop my, stop shine Yeah they see me but they still watching I got shinin' on re-run (on re-run) I got shinin' on re-run Yeah they see me but they still watching I got shinin' on re-run (on re-run) I got shinin' on re-run 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 try'na block me, tryna play me Mothafuckas never stop my, stop shine Yeah they see me but they still watching I got shinin' on re-run (on re-run) I got shinin' on re-run Yeah they see me but they still watching I got shinin' on re-run (on re-run) I got shinin' on re-run 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