Torch (Triple C) - Big Bank lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] Being self made is all I know, till my dick in the dirt One time for the real n***as [Hook: Rick Ross 2x] Big bank take little bank Drop an X pill in the fish tank Got the sharks on lean Fish scale for my whole team [Verse 1: Pill] Watch that four door gone pull up Watch them hoes gone pogo out Cake my birthday blow them candles baby please don't blow my high It's a band aid on your forehead I got people on my knot It keep bulging up out my pocket said release me to the sky This is big bank talk bank, vault frequent visitors Swear that money keep a n***a sh**ten like the chili does Hot dog tater chip bag a** n***a No shirt, no shoes, no swag a** n***a I'll get cash a** n***a, put that title by my name Hottest lighters I'mma fighter plus that rifle gotta aim I just left the title game, don't that trophy look so shiny And your ho keep tryna poke me I'm surrounded by this diamonds (okay then) [Hook:] [Verse 2: Meek Mill] I say Benji after Benjamin, pretty hoes I'm swimmin' in And if they ain't talkin' money It's just f** it like my women friend Pull up in the Aston sound s**y when the engine rim It goes Vroom, Vroom, Scrrr that b**h cost like 7 birds Cruise me down my 7 swimming in that money b**h She say she don't like them broke, she in love with money dick And money make her cum I keep her busting like 100 clip Marathon on that paper baby I be running sh** Big bank take little bank 100 carrot diamond chain make them hoes blink 30 shots make them f**ing jack boys think 20,000 old money ya'll lil Franks [Hook:] [Verse 3: Torch] Money stuck on my mind, .40 tucked in my jeans Dice game trying to stop the bank, I lose can a motherf**er lean? (Nah) Big bank take little bank, 2 shakes in the middle with a ball pit You awful my sharks starvin and I'mma eat your mutha f**in food again My hands dirty, my face clean Self made, trying to stay up about to stay clean Work that triple beam, pappy call me fuego Money low break it down, 36 Leg up, grind like I need my break switch 28 on a spaceship Straight fish whip 2 3 racks on racks Aaron Rodgers, I quarterback the pack [Hook:] [Verse 4: French Montana] I f** 4 b**hes, I got 8 balls I'll finish your career, n***a: 8 bars Fly with that, got streets I got with that Slept on me n***a, power-nap [?] 8 in that glitter and gold, b**h that's vs1 b**h a hundred fifty, you n***as smell a fishy You ain't got pills up in that tank, Mills up in that bank You know I coach them n***as Like Phil up in that paint 50 thou on that Rollie, 50 thou bet on Kobe 6 feet 2 in Maybach, 100 clip for the payback 100 grand in this motherf**er Gotta hold a 10 in this motherf**er Coke boy ima get Japan in this muthaf**a [Hook:]