Big Money
Money Man
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(Lala on the beat) (Damn, Osama, you global now) Yeah, I'm Big Money I'll pull up and pop at your OG Fuckin' with them killers They'll hop out and step on you for free Told her, "Quit all of that playin', baby, why you teasin' me?" All my blicks got switches on them, so they empty easily Went and got my weight up, niggas think I'm takin' creatine Designer juggin', I just served a nigga in Amiri jeans Yeah, them shoes was Fear of God but I swear ain't no fear in me If I go today, my girl and kid gon' shed some tears for me My niggas ain't never did no hair But they might come and split yo' wig My pops had told me, "Anything you do, make sure you do it big" So I went and got them ZaZa bags and put 'em on the rig We got Paps and we got Dracs And we got Glizzys and some SIGs If my partner die today I told him, "It's nothin', I got your children" Couple of niggas I came up with turned opp They better keep they distance Don't talk about that shit online Go get a fire and handle your business It don't matter if you just shot 'em He ain't dead, the job ain't finished In my condo doin' push-ups, goin' crazy with calisthenics If it's smoke, I pull up right up to his crib and I address it I'm in the club, I got the baby rocket right inside my jacket You'll get stomped out in these Dior boots, we beat your ass in fashion Told my wifey, "I'm not normal, don't you treat me like your ex" Nigga called me for a ten piece Told 'em, "Hold on, give me a second" If I drop the pack on you You better pay me quick This charm alone it cost a fifty Can't talk right now That load came in, I'm kinda busy Like my vibes with curves and pretty Say you real, I know you cap So you a walkin' contradiction I got Ms, I had ambition Cougar ridin' with me She thick, just like she delicious Got that stick inside my 'Lade When I pull up inside the trenches Yeah, I'm Big Money I'll pull up and pop at your OG Fuckin' with them killers They'll hop out and step on you for free Told her, "Quit all of that playin', baby, why you teasin' me?" All my blicks got switches on them, so they empty easily Went and got my weight up, niggas think I'm takin' creatine Designer juggin', I just served a nigga in Amiri jeans Yeah, them shoes was Fear of God but I swear ain't no fear in me If I go today, my girl and kid gon' shed some tears for me My niggas ain't never did no hair But they might come and split yo' wig My pops had told me, "Anything you do, make sure you do it big" So I went and got them ZaZa bags and put 'em on the rig We got Paps and we got Dracs And we got Glizzys and some SIGs Yeah, I'm Big Money Yeah, I'm Big Money Yeah, I'm Big Money Yeah, I'm Big Money
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Written by: Tysen Jay Bolding
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