Rick Ross - Big Banks (remix lyrics

Album coming soon, expect the unexpected DB, diaz brothers, reeeemix (We got) Cold needle)(?) (We got) Big boo (We got) Cold boy (walking to the club like our sh** don't stops) (We got) Rick Ross (We got) P.O.I (We got) Deep cla** (We got) Diaz brothers, whoooo! [Verse 1: P.O.I] Remember back in the days we used to smoke puffs Ice or alligators, shurkled smuffs Luis Vuitton, i used to rock it like the dons Gucci with the things not painted on Now days done gone, and sh** done changed I went from a bum coat to a 6 rain (?) Bacardi razz rains, light rate chains, (prints?) is cut meng Cheddar like (Bell, Peter?) up in the club VIP with the black heater, thug bronze, smoking on blue sticky They see me balling in this game and they wanna hit me, called nonsense Let's go, (?) ball till i fall, that's my motto, in NY, LA even in 4's Sitting on tractor rims, with mexicans Took recks(?) again, want s** again (At a yard with a dime)? it was told with me By that boy AKA the P.O.I Hook (2x) (We got) Big banks, big money, walking to the club like our sh** don't stop (We got) Big banks, big money, walking to the club like our sh** don't stop [Verse 2.Pitbull] Pit's got em' looking out like the tri state snipers, so watch out! (watch out) When i was young i used to drop tops and spin them Now i'm predicted to drop tops on drops, sitting on spinners (hahaha) And i'm not gonna stop till' my pockets look beat up, filled up with knots But words are spit, i'm worth more than any verse i spit, i hustle rap, i serve y'all quick In school i never had a 4.O, but my Range Rovers' gonna' read 4.6 Teachers always told me i was a smart kid, so it's only right i push smart whips So when i pull up pushing, something, sitting on rims older than me (older than me) Hopping out with (Courtney?) and Rick Ross, Diaz and DB (DB) Y'all can witness the come up, from a poor boy to a rich boy It ain't my fault, y'all eat where where ya sh** boy Who's that cuban tha's gonna' have a big bank, uh?, that's pit boy! Hook (2x) (We got) Big banks, big money, walking to the club like our sh** don't stop (We got) Big banks, big money, walking to the club like our sh** don't stop [Verse 3:?] (?) Ferrari (?)break the party, collecting more chips than ladies at s** parties Me? I, be with P.O.I, till' i'm calm Resting in the Bronx with Chron stones to V double Look around where you stay at, cause it's like trouble Who watch us? My man Ricky Ross, six inch steel Gonna toil for those who gon' test the calicoe wrist Can't forget E-cla**, sniper like, even with perif We'll view your little sight With som much ice, we turn night into day We too fly, at the front of The Source Awards (Redeye)