Talkin` Bout Bank Lyrics

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 ass Mr. T

 Doin' an Al Pacino over a C 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 class (whew)

 Cause homey talkin' bullshit 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

 

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 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 

 Shit 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.

 

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 King Saan:

 Everybody know it's all about bank

 Playas ain't slippin' all day smokin' on dank

 Gotta make sure I got security fuck 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

 Bitch 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' cocaine

 Women yellin' your name with pictures in the frame

 I'm just talkin' bout bank

 

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