Can You Dig It

[Verse 1: Banks]

Look how far I done got, they wanna get like me

Realest motherfucker ever, dog, I just might be

Couple ladies on my right, and on my left like three

Think I’m high as you can go, give me death by weed

I’d rather settle my success than be depressed by greed

I’m doing more than triple on ‘em, nothing less, top speed

I’m doing all the sugars on ‘em, I’m the best, buy weed

Eight at my table and the rest Dom P

Born to be on top, I won’t stop until my respect paid

New York City love me, I’ve been rapping for a decade

It’s spending money season, though – I ball out every check, mate

Came a long way from praying to God that my cassette play

They throwing pussy at me, I catch it with one hand

Toss it, hot potato, while I lay low with the fam’

Today I’m on the creep, 90K on my sedan

Counting down the days they let my ace up out the can

[Hook: Banks]

Marksman, lay it down, I don’t love her

Yeah, I’ve got a thing for victory and money by the color

Shorty said she want to have me, she can have the rubber

Nigga can you dig that? ‘Cause I ain’t never dug her

I’m a cold motherfucker, I do it for the gutter

I can’t wait to let her go, and you’re the one to cuff her

I’m stunting on them chumps, let them niggas suffer

I’m a cold motherfucker

[Verse 2: French]

I be talking to them bitches like I’m B.B. King

Bitch back up, money stack up like 8’10

Soccer boy, kick your bitch out with a scissor kick

I be stacking green, nigga, on some lizard shit

Wrist rocked up nigga, on some blizzard shit

Tell your bitch protect her neck on some RZA shit

Hopping out that window, that chain out, that MAC out

They told me bring my chain out, New York City is blacked out

I said it’s blacked out, don’t make me back out

Hundred rounds of clips, smiling

Don’t make me bring that mask out

I’ve got a Banks truck in my back pocket

9,000 watts on my chain, where’s the socket?

I’ve got them 8 balls, nigga, where’s the pocket? (What you got?)

I’ve got them 8 balls, nigga, where’s the pocket?

Suicide doors, think a nigga gone crazy

Dirty Sprite poured, think it got me moving lazy

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Banks]

Platinum spaceships still out on my same shit

Karate kid, put a bitch out with the crane kick

Purple weed and yellow bitches make my brain click

Royal light blue colours, peep my aura as my chain hits

He can add a “0″ or just calm my ego

They think I’m cheating with the raps, margarito

I’ll give up all I’ve got before I starve my people

Nigga your skin thin as hell you let the bloggers read you

She cool as hell, I drop her off she back to snotty

I’ve got a chick to tap for every tattoo on my body

Pick a model, she gon’ top me down

Backstreet or the lobby

Every finger rocky now, athlete when I party

Catch me rolling out, Maserati

Pockets holding out, endo probably

Look at how she poke it out, she wanna pop me

I sat her down an broke her mouth, sloppy

[Hook]