The WhoRidas - Talkin' Bout Bank lyrics

King Saan, Who ride with me? King Saan and Mr. T Out to clock G Major deep with my folly Bump the police Them fools ain't knowin' me The K the I the N the G With crazy a** Mr. T Doin' an Al Pacino over a see Note We smoke we go for broke Hit then choke smash on the gas Faster than Road Rash Strippin' rent for the cash Shoot the shot and lay it off the cla** (whew) Cause homey talkin' bullsh** but we know But you gotta recollect and respect the Hobo We've been puttin' it down like major ah Ballers in the town Hoes get clowned But don't try and stop you'll get dropped during the operation Cause you're playerhatin' Cause we makin' Major cash Makin' fools major mad But player haters don't really know the half Ride with me King Saan and Mr. T Out to clock G (Just Talk about bank) (x8) Major deep with my folley Mr. Taylor: Most days I ride cut the B.S. to the side Nothin' but pay Each and every way I say to the players and they ask "What's goin' on Mr. Taylor?" "Paper" Big enough to fill a sky scraper So much you think I pulled a caper no vapors and chase Same people I find You have to have a different state of mind (Then what?) I've never been stuck and is down to rich real quick I stick to the calm the cool collective Get back with my folley out blaze up a chom Not flambroast but somethin' real close to divide sh** man we came with a plan to make a grand Got stand with my dice in my hand Thinkin' I'm shootin' blanks? Fool I'm talkin' bout bank Break yourself playa. Fat lumps baby. Hook King Saan: Everybody know it's all about bank Playas ain't slippin' all day smokin' on dank Gotta make sure I got security f** the jury So my fist of fury stay fired up Everyday posted drawn blue print with Mr. Tay Spend your scratch and let the hit play And potna you'll see why we called the WhoRidas Spittin' like choppers and snakes with venom Make you react like gin in your system Like adrenaline If you're listenin' You'll recognize that the lik is here uh Fo life tightest new rhymes When we come through and life up your life Like? flyin' through the night fool we strike Yeah that's right Cause when it really goes down Funk mode all through the town b**h you gots to stay paid till you go against the grain Got barrels to the brain Jackers doin' they thang Ballers in the game sellin' c**aine Women yellin' your name with pictures in the frame I'm just talkin' bout bank Hook