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Big Bank Take Lil Bank Lyrics - New Jack City, Pt. Ii - Bow Wow

Ey swizz, I hope they got they bread right! 

I know you got yours I got mine 

 

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Big bank take lil bank (lil bank) 

Big bank take lil bank (lil bank) 

Big bank take lil bank (lil bank) 

Big bank take lil bank (lil bank) 

What it is 

We go getting it poppin 

This is the standard option 

She know we be on top 

Which is why we be the hottest 

The gang of ladies they know we true 

 

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Let me get em 

They call me big bank bow 

Dont forget the wow 

I make em say wow 

I make em say how 

But I aint gon tell ya 

Cos id rather show ya 

And I be with my riders 

Like I am a chauffeur 

Im a rider myself 

Now aint u proud of my wealth? 

Oh yeah Im fly like im sitting in a cloud ? 

Now call me young swag 

My piggy bank fine 

Im sitting in a hall license plates say mine 

Money real talk 

And my money aint nine 

Had a bank teller tell ya that I aint liein 

And I dont hate flying 

So I bought me a jet 

You say you fly but you aint bought one yet 

What the hell you waiting on 

put them Gary Patins on 

A pair of good gears 

Its been a good year 

Money so o 

But the boy so young 

And buurr goes the sound of my money machine gun 

 

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They call me Lamborghini moss 

Now Im driving reckless 

You call that shit a house 

I call that shit a necklace 

Forget what you heard 

Forget what you was told 

Money stung 5 gs 

Now my bank gone swole 

Im addicted to the money 

Why your money looking funny 

Make is rain just like Jesus 

I dont throw ones ? 

I make it back cos that aint nothing 

Tell em imma shake something 

And the ice keep me cold 

But im hot like an oven 

Yo champ returned the call 

Fools wanna holla at me 

Top 100 richest youngest men 

They gotta have me 

Boy got mo whips than a runaway slave 

Mr mirror tell me something 

[Incomprehensible] 

I be balling like the Lakers 

Help you niggas get ya cake up 

And my diamonds shine bright 

Like the lights in Las Vegas 

I be dipping Bentley grippin 

Everyday I ball 

If you got your money with ya 

We gon play a lil game, its called 

 

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