King Saan:
Who ride with me?
King Saan and Mr. T

Out to clock G
Major deep with my folly
Bump the police

Them fools ain't knowin' me
The K the I the N the G
With crazy $$# Mr. T

Doin' an Al Pacino over a C Note
We smoke we go for broke
Hit then choke smash on the gas

Faster than Road Rash
Strippin' rent for the cash
Shoot the shot and lay it off the class (whew)

Cause homey talkin' bull%#@! but we know
But you gotta recollect and respect the Hobo
We've been puttin' it down like major ah

Ballers in the town
Hoes get clowned
But don't try and stop you'll get dropped during the operation

Cause you're playerhatin'
Cause we makin'
Major cash

Makin' fools major mad
But player haters don't really know the half


[Hook: x4]
Ride with me King Saan and Mr. T
Out to clock G (Just

talk about bank) [x8]
Major deep with my folley


Mr. Taylor:
Most days I ride cut the B.S. to the side
Nothin' but pay

Each and every way
I say to the players and they ask
"What's goin' on Mr. Taylor?"

"Paper"
Big enough to fill a sky scraper
So much you think I pulled a caper no vapors and chase

Same people I find
You have to have a different state of mind
(Then what?)

I've never been stuck and is down to rich real quick
I stick to the calm the cool collective
Get back with my folley out blaze up a chom

Not flambroast but somethin' real close to divide
%#@! man we came with a plan to make a grand
Got stand with my dice in my hand

Thinkin' I'm shootin' blanks?
Fool I'm talkin' bout bank


Break yourself playa. Fat lumps baby.

Hook


King Saan:
Everybody know it's all about bank

Playas ain't slippin' all day smokin' on dank
Gotta make sure I got security $#&@ the jury
So my fist of fury stay fired up

Everyday posted drawn blue print with Mr. Tay
Spend your scratch and let the hit play
And potna you'll see why we called the WhoRidas

Spittin' like choppers and snakes with venom
Make you react like gin in your system
Like adrenaline

If you're listenin'
You'll recognize that the lik is here uh
Fo life tightest new rhymes

When we come through and life up your life
Like ? flyin' through the night fool we strike
Yeah that's right

Cause when it really goes down
Funk mode all through the town
(*##$ you gots to stay paid till you go against the grain
Got barrels to the brain
Jackers doin' they thang

Ballers in the game sellin' cocaine
Women yellin' your name with pictures in the frame
I'm just talkin' bout bank

Hoo