Bank (feat. Righteous)

Forrest Beats Mastr Beats Cuz all we ever do is get it to the bank And when I say I do, I'm married to the game I'm chasin' all these checks, I'm chasin' all the paper Your shawty on my nuts she gotta take a break I need you to hear me it's where I'm comin' from I mean this shit for real there no hit and run Cuz we gon get that ring gon get them rocks Let the summertime flexin' do what it does Do what it does, do what we do Everything I've done, I've done for you, true Look at the boy, look at the man, he's back in the booth He done with school, he livin' life right That shit is priceless, he feelin' righteous Uh yeah, that's word the Righteous Everything we touch is gold, Midas They don't want to see us win, they tryna spite us They do not like us, but despite that We get to the bag, stick to the facts Rap never left, we bringing it back Don't count us out, just go count on that We running up these tracks and runnin' up some racks Don't try and hit our line, if you've never hit us back Facts, you see how we livin', do what you want with that Just know we worked for this life, wasn't always like that Cuz all we ever do is get it to the bank And when I say I do, I'm married to the game I'm chasin' all these checks, I'm chasin' all the paper Your shawty on my nuts she gotta take a break I need you to hear me it's where I'm comin' from I mean this shit for real there no hit and run Cuz we gon get that ring gon get them rocks Let the summertime flexin' do what it does High school days you could've found me running laps Should've known I was running tracks, on that paper chase If you knew me then you dont know me now Took scared look a legend in his face, while I bust it down Faded off the brown, 23 years old, countries same amount Guess I get around, shawty got a hold on me And she holds it down, yeah, holds it down I keep my circle small, cuz I don't f*ck around I'm the man of my town, yet I'm barely around Got some boulders in my ears and they weigh a couple pounds LL Cool J, ladies love me and the sound Lost myself but never lose, Jakob Leichtman too profound Cuz all we ever do is get it to the bank And when I say I do, I'm married to the game I'm chasin' all these checks, I'm chasin' all the paper Your shawty on my nuts she gotta take a break I need you to hear me it's where I'm comin' from I mean this shit for real there no hit and run Cuz we gon get that ring gon get them rocks Let the summertime flexin' do what it does