Production by A08, who also provided some vocals for the hook. Really trippy/industrial sounds throughout the instrumental to go with the crucial timpani intro. Created, recorded, mixed and mastered at SoundLab Studio in Victoria, TX
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Story behind the song
The idea came about while creating the instrumental in the lab from scratch with A08. We wanted to do somethin a little out of our element, but stay true to our craft, and adding Bank$ for the feature was a great way to do that. Originally, we intended for the hook to refer to how much music we push out to our listeners, which, in the case of the hook, is quite a lot.
Lyrics
[Hook] (A08 & Ka-Ve):
Movin weight, pushin by the kilo/
Weed so green, nxkkas call it Cee-Lo/
Money in the bank, cashin out, like C-Notes/
That's that typa shxt that you could never see tho/
Ridin' trough the city (x2)
Reppin 3-6-1
Movin weight, (ahh!) pushin by the kilo/
Weed so green, nxkkas call it Cee-Lo/
[Verse 1] (Ka-Ve):
Everybody in the spot, please stop bitchin/
Cause Ka-Ve & A08 is back up in the kitchen/
What y'all makin?! History/
These other dudes is trash, no littering/
Don't mess with Texas, don't fxck with us/
To get what we on, you'd need at least a few hundred bucks/
Another couple blunts, a whole bunch of luck/
Got dayum dawg, it must suck to suck/
We creatin classics that abuse the speakers/
That the people like to fuck with when they bangin reefer/
All 24, Southern Land (Sutherland) style beats, no Keifer/
You want a Ka-Ve featrure, it'd probably be cheaper/
To sample my voice, get sued for copyright/
Cause it's been said my style is hard to copy, right?!
It's also been said that people often lie/
But we don't give a fxck bout what they all say riiiight?!
Awesome. Nuggets in the blunts, Ty Lawson/
Green rolled up in the white, like Boston/
Lightin everything to our own world we lost in/
An we be goin hard as fuck like we never gone soften/
Coffin corner how I kick the raps/
You kno we stay bangin till the street collapse/
Till the street collapse?! Till the beat is crashed/
The concrete crack and these fiends relapse/
[Hook]
[Verse 2] (Big Bank$):
(Uh,) Look me, in my eyes/
Pretty brown, smile disguised/
Penthouse in my living room/
Run through the, hoes like 22/
Emmitt Smith, but we Houston fans/
You steal from me, you lose your hands/
Big Boss Hogg, I spit off top/
Who there? Knock knock, I HAWK that glock/
Got no friends, I trust me/
Y'all suck D, I succeed/
Shine bright nxgga out the mothafxckin' gutta/
My birds ain't hummin, my birds make money/
Ain't no one safe when my money low/
Up an down like bungee cords/
Shout out to my brotha in the pen, doin ten/
When you make it out I promise we gone do it real big/
I'm a mothafxckin monsta, King Banks off ya/
99 bitches I ain't ever had a problem/
Money in the mailbox, all debts paid off/
Spaceship broad, 3-2-1, take off/
All yo clothes, on my NASA shii/
Magnum on, she a nasty bxtch/
An it's a one-night knock down, she don't get a rematch/
Fuck, dip, Pretty Boy Floyd, can't beat that/
[Hook]