Talkin' Bout Bank

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

Hook: (x4)

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.

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 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