[Lyric] Break The Bank (Lil' D)

[Hook:Lil' D]

Step inside the Building
Bet I’m looking like a billion
Getting to the money
Know we trynna stack a million
We keep it in the safe
Cause if we don’t we break the bank
If they ain’t talkin’ bout money
Then we don’t associate
This money up in my pocket
Ain’t got time for no wallet
Ball in Saks Fifth go shopping
For that Gucci, Louis, that Prada
We keep it in our pocket if we don’t we break the bank
If the hate ain’t talking figures then we don’t care what they think

[Verse 1:Lil' D]

I feel like John Lennon, like Jimmy Hendrix
But its MJ’s on my feet
And we balling hard and we stuntin’ out
Make a hater wanna get like me
Get like me
Yeah, get like D
You ain’t bout no bills
Then you ain’t like me
You don’t break no banks then you ain’t like D
Ice game loud trynna stay low key
Fit stay fit you don’t have to agree
Got ‘em all looking all eyes on me
So you really, really, really wanna get like me
Gonna spend a couple racks trynna get like me
That’s Margiela or Joyrich
Them Raybans
That’s poi-fect
Them 28’s on the Escalade
Let me show you how that toy sit
Ballin’ out with my wallet out
Looking for somebody start flexin’
When I pick a target
My mission launching, I do me and I wreck em’
We all had some friends turned phony
So I did was right and I left them
Now I’m breaking banks in different states
Count different checks, in one day
Now ain’t it funny how this game go
I’m bout my paper, bout my money, bout my bank rolls
See they don’t want it but they got it if they say so
We break the bank and hit up Saks
And then we changes clothes, Oh
[Hook]

[Verse 2:Lil' D]

Tell em’ don’t stay here, cause I don’t play fair
Know that diamond’s are forever
Don’t pay no attention, don’t spend my time
On broke ones what-so-ever
If it ain’t bout money, then it don’t make sense
Don’t break that rule, not ever
Said you about that life, you about that right?
Well, I got it its whatever
Jeremy Scott stay on my face
To keep the shade
I got my feet up with my Bones
Its Jeremy Scott day
And I’m never late for business
Cause the money can’t be late
I’m trynna be 21, with 21 mil’
Working on my third estate
Oh
So tell me something that I don’t know
I’m bout my Benjy’s, Bout my pesos, bout my cash flow
We break the bank. we hit the mall
And let the cash go
A masterpiece in a “Starry Night”
Just call me Van Gogh
Nudie’s bout three hundred
Call it certified stuntin’
Money ain’t an issue
So I got it if I want it
They tell me that they got it
If they got it, I'mma run it
Started from the bottom, now I’m buzzing
Tell me something
[Hook]