Lyrics:
motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die)
As I sit back and look when I used to be a crook
Doing whatever it took from snatching chains to pocketbooks
A big bad
motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die)
As I sit back and look when I used to be a crook
Doing whatever it took from snatching chains to pocketbooks
A big bad
played out need a bag by the name
Tag Fredd from the fame
Never been sloppy after last night bet yo main bitch call me Papi
Everything big hoe
Tried
Ain't married, but I got ties to the Roc like I'm Ty Ty
Big Doberman Pinchers, stand by the fences
I believe in my city, I still bet on the Pistons
off
Cause I know I'll make em jump like Criss cross
Yeah, these hoes all talk, got a big mouth! Huh
He got lil money, but he big talk
She got no cash,
paper, nigga here's a loan
My shit long, need a hair salon
Get it cut, shut the fuck up
And wipe your face with my money 'til your tears is gone
No cryin'
gettin' paper, nigga here's a loan
My shit long, need a hair salon
Get it cut, shut the fuck up
And wipe your face with my money 'til your tears is gone
No
I'm addicted to money
(Hey)
I'm addicted to money
It''s the son of the preacher, but raised by the dope lady
Talkin' get money, pimp hard so niggas
Bushwick
Get money in a bill gates speed
Bill hate the ghetto never give to the need
Spend big money like prezo barrack
God dame America me president black
Since a niggar gettin B.I.G
Life seems to be so notorious
I got my own drips
I grind my own slip
That's why am Feeling so Glorious
(Ey)
This hater wanna
and the Master of Fun
My rap technique is most very unique
Your toes start to squeak, by the way that I speak
My rhymes are more sporty than the ESPN
I just big up and get at it
Nigga
Big jewels
Big chains
Big rangs
Big boooty hoes
Big thangs big thangs
Need big money
Big checks
Big banks
the fuckin' mood
And freeze you niggaz money like a nigga gettin' sued
And leave you in the church watchin' your body gettin' viewed
Don't get it fucked up
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
that don't
What type of nigga is you, you know? You see we got the tycoon status
Big hogs, tryin' to pile the money up out your trash, you dig?
You
a listen y'all
Get money flippin' it, scriptin' it record it
Fans then applaud it, ship a hundred mill
They bought and took a snort of it
Quotes like
Hey Big Spender
I spend money on my lenses Money on my hair
Money on my fits that's why all these bitches stare
I spend money on my dudes I spend
it's the remix baby
Now let me get into it
N do it how I do it
Yeah, long hair don't care like the Jewish
Garbage man
I'll be dumpin'
And I eat
I just want the money
I just want the money
I just want a big ol bag
I just want the money
I just want the money
I just want a big ol bag
I just want
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Give me all the chicken heads from Pasadena to Medina
Bet Big get in between ya
Then pick the prognosis doses
Blends and Bends
clout
But can't do no new friends
I figured it out
Money mo problems
Notorious talk
Share my perspective once we at the top
Give them the action like john
Oscar Pistorius
And I'm kind of a bastard but I'm not inglorious
I wanna be so big they can't help but call me Notorious
I do a lotta tours don't make
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