Earlly Mac - Big Bank lyrics

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)