Lyrics:
Franklin, ain't the end, I was here when it begin
See if ya ridin' davin rims, celebrate by lettin' em' spin
I bought some new ones in, to replace the older
Yuh
The bigger the bank
The bigger I got
Big Fredd
Gang
Big Bank
Big Bank
Big Bank
Big Bank On Bank
Big Bank
Big Bank
Big Bank
Big Bank On Bank
Big
stackin' my paper till the game done change
Cause I love me a bank roll fuckin' right 'cause with out it who am
Make the haters wanna cry
drive by
Baby by the end of the song I'mma make you go and shake that bank, ugh
Baby I told you
Imma make you shake that bank
Imma make you shake that bank
(repeat 6x)
(50 Cent)
I blast 50 Cent nigga that's what's up
(Lloyd Banks)
Right now my life movin to fast to stop and pray
See every now
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
see niggas hatin' with the door close
Now I'm lookin' for a glove with the sparkle on it
And my CBD got chocolate on it
Big bank take small ass shit
the dark (yeah)
See the drip and see these diamonds, she know we all stars
Tell a bank teller to relax-lax
(I had to tell that bitch relax)
I got all
one more time
See a shot take a shot yeah
See a shot take a shot yeah
See a shot take a shot yeah
See a shot take a shot take that shit
See a shot
(yeah)
Take a shot, I told her, "Take it, bitch, take it"
See me in flesh, I ain't even gotta say shit, bitch, get naked
Love it so much, you don't even
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank
My pocket is full of bank
You want me to stop I can't
It's sho hot in this place I think I
stackin' my paper till the game done change
Cause I love me a bank roll fuckin' right 'cause with out it who am
Make the haters wanna cry
drive by
stackin' my paper till the game done change
Cause I love me a bank roll fuckin' right 'cause with out it who am
Make the haters wanna cry
drive by
have a cat lick a shot? It's
The spot where you grab ya 'Gnac
I have a cat lick a shot? Niggas shot
The mag'll clap it's sad
I never knew where my dad
I gotta let my money talk out here
Gini's maserati's benzes
Candy painted stangs
Money Talks
Now I got dollars in the bank
Ok and cash in the bank
See
Commas on my bank
C-c-commas on my bank
Zero commas on my bank
Got a lot to change
But not a lot of change
I was brought up by the fame
If you thought we
more money, more money
Banks' shit, sells, Buck's shit, sells
Game's shit, sells, I'm rich as, hell
Shyne poppin' off his mouth from a cell
He
Twice a month and said in like a month
He gon' drop the price
I could stop ya life if you don't pay me
Aye (A) niggas get shot every day B, see (C) it
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
minute
I'm like Bennett, I ain't in it
Go on with your reject rap attack
You'll get more from a prize in a Cracker Jack
And since Banks said he can't
shit, parlay like when the lane switch
Combat how you feel, strobe light, hit the killswitch
Neck twist like Exorcist, I'ma see you 'round
'Cause
wrong get spanked by God
All the bullets I done dodged
All the shit that I done shot
All the whippin in the pots
All the women givin guap
We was
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
Yeah real Rx
I got my mask on, yeah
Put your mothafuckin' mask on, yeah
Real Rx, yeah
If you gon' shoot then shoot
What's the hold up?
They shot
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