ft. Bizzy Crook & Trae Tha Truth
(Hook x2)
f** how a b**h feel and what a n***a think
f** how a b**h feel and what a n***a think
It’s always big bank take little bank
It’s always big bank take little bank
(Verse: Earlly Mac)
f** feelings, get money, that’s the only thing I let her do
You so deep in feelings, that’s the reason I don’t f** with you
Every time I see you you be tweetin’ all the reasons you ain’t eatin’
Shut the f** up, take a meal and get a double u
Me and Biz get it from the Yale to the meetin’
With a small side of p**y, that’s a muthaf**in’ case
Know we did it, no, you didn’t, I had dinner like a winner
With the top left back and I prolly ride Sphinx
Bet a 20, bet a 50, n***a bet a thou’
n***a, you ain’t neva been to seven mile
You ain’t neva seen a kid that don’t eva smile
D LA 100 years, n***a, that’s wa**up
f** how a b**h feel and what a n***a think
Always gon’ be big bank take little bank
n***a, I’m a big fishin’, this a lil tank
(Hook x2)
(Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth)
Yeah, money ova everything, runnin’ fo’ dead pres’
Say you got delicious so I’m comin’ fo’ what you said
King of the streets, look at homie your crew dead
Money all in front of me, I’m still tryna get ahead
Dolla for dolla, I’m getting brain of a scholar
If the sh** get to poppin’, I won’t be poppin’ no collar
Picture me droppin’ the ceilin’ the way I drop the Impala
Hit up Le Buster, make a connection with gualas
Loo-in’ higher, ain’t no puffin’, n***a
So go with it, David Ruffin, n***a
f** up season, I don’t love ‘em, n***a
f** ‘em, f** ‘em, f** ‘em, n***a
I give a f** what a b**h think
Everything I ride leave the water like fish tanks
n***a I’m the sh**, neva dandy, my sh** stink
King of whatever, ain’t no way you gon’ get raped
(Hook x2)
(Verse 3: Bizzy Crook)
Wait up, we’re the brothers from way back
Towin’ without an album, couldn’t wait to say that
I swear my girl may not approve of this sh**
But I just made a settin’, I can watch on playback
And we can talk any kind of venue, shoe lot
You just gotta handle that deposit, asap
Good luck is on errthing now, funny how they used to hate when I say that
We came to rap or f**, all that rap sh** here
My n***a Bank up, tell him hit the fat man
He neva go to the apple store to get his mad face
We ain’t even gotta go do that sh**
Wow, how these girls so bad, they could run into some trouble at the border
And shout to my supporters, we only gettin’ bigger
And time is gettin’ shorter, man, I told ‘em all in due time
The suicide got a n***a livin’ too tight
I need a check fo’ every single time I eva come out
Chicka, swear n***as shout by the lego
Man E-Mac, how come we is out first?
n***as been got to what you say, f** work
Yeah, now I’m back at Miami, hop out the Caddy
My sh** lookin’ like Jennae with a fatty
(Hook x2)