Nikki D. & Kee-Babi Bank Head Bounce lyrics

Verse 1

(Whoa) Big work, no flex.
I buy anything I want cause I got a check.
Got a problem with the boss? Boy you gets checked.
Love to keep the heater on and see you haters melt.
I'm a matrix in the making; and I'm cooking up like bacon.
And I burn one; and I turn one just to take & say I made it.
And the smile you giving you faking, hoping I don't make it.
So I'm sticking to my ego, and I'm killing it, Sub Zero.
And the frown they give, I smile back.
Cause I know they don't like that.
Talking bout you got horse power? Well I got power, plus I got the saddle.
Speaking like you know me? Man you couldn't afford to get to know Kee.
Acting like you don't know, introduce myself, I'm the star of the show.
And the frown they give, I smile back.
Cause I know they don't like that.
Talking bout you got horse power? Well I got power, plus I got the saddle.
Speaking like you know me? Man you couldn't afford to get to know Kee.
Acting like you don't know, introduce myself, I'm the star of the show.

(Chorus)
Laughing to the bank, bank head bounce. (6x)
Got cold tracks that ain't out yet.(3x)
Am I filthy rich? No, not yet. (Whoa)


Verse 2

Tough cat. I'm on life nine.
They heard I fell off; better call life line.
Short temper; 4'11.
Long barrel, hair trigger. AK-47.
Putting in work, watching Chicago kill.
Just might fly up that way this year & go watch it 4real.
These n*ggas head hanging low, fake texting.
Have you spinning on your head, call it break dancing.
They're selling happiness & peace, yea by the ounce.
And we're laughing to the bank, bank head bounce.
Got cold tracks that ain't hot yet. Am I filthy rich? Nah, not yet.
But I'm around town, I mean downtown, stacking dough, which you just ain't got yet.
Got cold tracks that ain't hot yet. Am I filthy rich? Nah, not yet.
But I'm around town, I mean downtown, stacking dough, which you just ain't got yet.
I mean the 12's in the back won't live long; these 808's thump real strong.
Shout goes out to those haters wanna be right so bad, and they're still wrong.

(Chorus)
Laughing to the bank, bank head bounce. (6x)
Got cold tracks that ain't out yet.(3x)
Am I filthy rich? No, not yet. (Whoa)