Piggy Bank (feat. G100 Young Kid)

I know only one way to judge a man's brilliance
and that's by the size of his bank account

Fuck it
Getting that bag, I'm getting that bag, I'm getting that bag, yeah

Never look back, I never look back, I never look back, no
Flippin' that shit, I'll make it again, I'll make it again, yeah
Flippin' that shit, I'll make it again, I'll make it again, yeah

I make it, then make it again
I doubled the zeros on all my old tens
I'm no longer rockin', no dead presidents
I don't move for nan, except Benjamins
I'm stacking my bread, and I stay out the way
Tighten my laces, got paper to chase
If my time is money, I got none, to waste
I hold the bills tight, till they blue in the face
True what I say, I move with no fakes
The crew been the same, we birds of a feather
No new friends, just brothers,
The movement, the truest
And that's been forever, it's all family ties
And that cannot be severed, for real, for real
We aiming our sights at a mill, for real, for real
Same squad since I was little
From the one-on-ones on the driveway
2K until dawn breaks

From the freestyles in the ninth grade
Learning how to get up on the highway
To the beard covered up, the baby faces
Still us, even when they hate it
Still us, when we graduated
And it's still us, till the day we make it

Getting that bag, I'm getting that bag, I'm getting that bag, yeah

Never look back, I never look back, I never look back, no
Flippin' that shit, I'll make it again, I'll make it again, yeah
Flippin' that shit, I'll make it again, I'll make it again, yeah