Lyrics:
right off Seventh Ave
Dad had a studio we just living in the back
Neighborhood was Pasiano Cubano White and Black
I'm in the parking lot standing right
every way but the right
I control the substance my people fiend for at night
Lord knows I do wrong
Sound like the same old song
A lot of niggas
Nina ain't plastic, my bank's drastic, you can't match his checks
Lot of gore in the flow, and I'm born to go
Got your whore in the door, taking your
dollars
That's why
I walk with my head up
When I hear wack rhymes
I get fed up
Rap is like a set-up
A lot of games
A lot of suckas with
shit like this
I woke up early on a Saturday
Said I'mma cash my check and hit some ass today
Hit the bank, my nigga called me like: "Go rap for Ye
He
Apache, jump on it, jump on it, woo
A-hunga-hunga-hunga-hunga
I'm Big Bank, I am the chief
I got a lot of raps but I'll be brief
I never need a horse,
Apache, jump on it, jump on it, woo
A-hunga-hunga-a-hunga-hunga
I'm Big Bank, I am the chief
I got a lot of raps but I'll be brief
I never need
everyday I parlay
Sip Henne and Tanqueray stay in the mix like Alezay
V.I.P., my shit parked valet
On the prowl again to get honies familiar with the smile
Need more zeros there on the check stub
All my women bad before they dressed up
A lot of things have changed I'm the guy they wanna be round'
Use
a bank
Glock in the safe, lots of the dank
Blocking the pain, wash it away
Sometimes I can't tell the difference between
My life and my long gone memories
here, Future real, real, real, real
Perky pop, love the pills, mix it with Klonopins
Yeah, draped up when I walk into the club
Hundred racks in my
might be Might be, they rush the parking lot
They know us by the car see You ain't livin' quite like me
Like me, I'm runnin' up the check I'm buyin' out
I just been counting up checks
Playin it smart, uppin' my rep
My personality that I kept
I won't never change for a trend
Won't not be me for a band
and Tanqueray
Stay in the mix like Alezay
V.I.P., my shit parked valet
On the prowl again to get hunnies familiar with the smile again
Some try to assault
(Hi, hey, love, I'll come check you out)
(Never gonna give up on you)
(So what are you gonna show me first?)
Yeah, we gonna do it like this (well)
As of lately I've been struggling to sleep
Hiding my tears
Envying my pears
I thought by now I would be out of this sphere
But nothing is clear
I'm inside fear
10 rings on my fingers that’s a lot I dropped
I’m a barracuda everything that glitters is not gold
Check on hold, my ego I could never fold
Spent so
Apache, jump on it, jump on it, woo
A-hunga-hunga-hunga-hunga
I'm Big Bank, I am the chief
I got a lot of raps but I'll be brief
I never need a horse,
get leaned
Nigga you could get hit
Girl lets make a really big bank we can flex with
Getting bands four ways its a check mix
And I don't know no nigga
behind
Never gravy at the bank but I pulled up in a tank
Get off my tip, ain’t a blue flick
PHI don’t respond if it ain’t no chips
I don’t preach violence
city on the map
I can't go to nobody city without no strap
When the bank close they got my money
I make 'em open it back
Alot of plug mad at my
Prices
the crumbs all over the floor
It's nice to meet you sir
I hope you're having lots of fun tonight
There's fireball in the backseat
And my guy
I'm not gonna lie
Impressed and you say wow get pressed by the pay now
Cause I got that money to blow in your face sound
I got the money to blow in the bank now
Way that flow I
a death
Check yo self, you just been invaded by true soldiers
December 31st, 96 (the game is over)
[Chorus]
(I've got all my life to live, plus with
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