Big Bucks

I want the Big Bucks, Where it's at I want my cut
Switching lanes grind hard get my paper up

I don't want the fame bruh you can keep that...
Im in something all black gas to the mat

Rollin super tough call your bluff in a minute...
Major league rims spinning, got the young chicks grinning

True blue number 3s, slim fit polo tee
Brought the ol school out drop top blowing trees

Flexd on em by mistake, I was just stackin cake
Stayin in my own lane, earning stripes making rank
Do my own dirt, push my own vert, put in work...
Haters on the lerk for my cake like a fresh dessert
I don't really know where to go but I'm riding though
Laying low, stackin doe, lock it like a figure 4
3, 2, 1... Game tight like a nun
Fat packets big pun, spending change just for fun...
Catch me rollin like I'm PAC
Ralph Lauren tube socks and my cargos
Mind on my money and them billfolds

I'm the Cooliest thang in it, you already know
Got a snowball trophy 5 times in a row...
I'm Bruce Leroy with the glow, Rick Rude for the show
Chef Curry with the j, Laid back with the flow...
Big bucks when I'm chilling bank account
I want a millions stack it higher then the man that shyt is so appealing
Pearl white Chevy no stars on the ceiling
Couple 12s in the trunk few horses in the engine
Dope boy air max, call them 95s
Jackpot when I'm walking 40 cal by my side
24s on the trick daddy so it slip and slides
Big Meech my interior that thang all white...
Touch screen, clean thang, fresh like I'm slangin cane
Peel out orange Ralph Lauren color tangerine
OutKast ain't no thang, forever I'm chillin man, Stackin pesos, cool like Daddy I'm Cane...



Credits
Writer(s): Kenny Duke
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