Big Bank
Like it's my face on it
Like that shit was me money
I got so much of money
Like that shit was free money
That nigga left the club sad as fuck
He spent his rent money
These niggas hating on me
Cause they ain't got nothing
They gone make a nigga
Pop out with the glock and go opp hunting
I got a couple racks
But I still want more money
I got blue hundits
And I got old hundits
I'm just saying
I still got old money
But I got new money
This watch on my wrist only cost bout 200
But a thousand poking out of my jeans
Nigga and you want me
I still got a 30ty in the clip for you dummy's
And I'm gone wild out like nick cannon and go wrap you like a mummy
A nigga in the trap everyday tryna hustle
That nigga wanna seat on his ass
And just struggle
These niggas weak minded
You can tell he ain't got no muscle
I'm not about to lose not a dollar
To a busta
Kinda like the muffin man
Cause a nigga getting bread
I done blew through 20 racks
Show em how to get it back
I'm eating good
I'm getting fat
These niggas broke
They lost the pack
Throw a touchdown like a quarterback
You can tell I got da sack
You pass to me I make it stack
Fuck nigga so upset
Maybe cause I got more money
Or maybe cause I fucked his bitch
He fucked my ex
That hoe ain't shit
I can drop her off some dick
Im already getting head
From the next bitch
He gone be in love with
I'm still with them niggas
That I use to thug with
Niggas who use to be bosses
They done turned to druggies
We done took too many losses
But now this shit enormous
And we ain't tryna do this for a couple
We want a fortune
Dope boys want a nice ride
On forge's
Trap so long until the money make motions
If I ain't spoken to you bitch
Then don't talk shit
My homeboy don't got pedigree
But he sell that dawg quick
Remembering how it use to be
When I ain't have a cent
Tryna pitch me all that nonsense
Better pitching a tent
I'm too busy chasing this money
Ain't no time to vent
Hold up
Take a look in they pockets
All I seen was lent
I got muscle ain't talking cocky
But you know I'm moving weight
Fat nigga
Put the gut on her face
Cause you know I'm out of shape
Bitch tryna get me in a wrong position
That hoe out of place
Niggas like me will catch a body
And won't leave a trace
Like that shit was me money
I got so much of money
Like that shit was free money
That nigga left the club sad as fuck
He spent his rent money
These niggas hating on me
Cause they ain't got nothing
They gone make a nigga
Pop out with the glock and go opp hunting
I got a couple racks
But I still want more money
I got blue hundits
And I got old hundits
I'm just saying
I still got old money
But I got new money
This watch on my wrist only cost bout 200
But a thousand poking out of my jeans
Nigga and you want me
I still got a 30ty in the clip for you dummy's
And I'm gone wild out like nick cannon and go wrap you like a mummy
A nigga in the trap everyday tryna hustle
That nigga wanna seat on his ass
And just struggle
These niggas weak minded
You can tell he ain't got no muscle
I'm not about to lose not a dollar
To a busta
Kinda like the muffin man
Cause a nigga getting bread
I done blew through 20 racks
Show em how to get it back
I'm eating good
I'm getting fat
These niggas broke
They lost the pack
Throw a touchdown like a quarterback
You can tell I got da sack
You pass to me I make it stack
Fuck nigga so upset
Maybe cause I got more money
Or maybe cause I fucked his bitch
He fucked my ex
That hoe ain't shit
I can drop her off some dick
Im already getting head
From the next bitch
He gone be in love with
I'm still with them niggas
That I use to thug with
Niggas who use to be bosses
They done turned to druggies
We done took too many losses
But now this shit enormous
And we ain't tryna do this for a couple
We want a fortune
Dope boys want a nice ride
On forge's
Trap so long until the money make motions
If I ain't spoken to you bitch
Then don't talk shit
My homeboy don't got pedigree
But he sell that dawg quick
Remembering how it use to be
When I ain't have a cent
Tryna pitch me all that nonsense
Better pitching a tent
I'm too busy chasing this money
Ain't no time to vent
Hold up
Take a look in they pockets
All I seen was lent
I got muscle ain't talking cocky
But you know I'm moving weight
Fat nigga
Put the gut on her face
Cause you know I'm out of shape
Bitch tryna get me in a wrong position
That hoe out of place
Niggas like me will catch a body
And won't leave a trace
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Writer(s): Michael Tinsley
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