Bigg Money
Every where i go you know I'm fuckin up a check
You wearin fake chains so it's fuckin up ya neck
Broke as niggas always be the one to flex
Till these seven six twos start ripping they ya chest
I ain't never been the type nigga thata stress
I took what I want cause I always kept a tech
Bet
You weak niggas see me as a threat
That's why I gotta stay on they hills till I make a nigga step
I eat good yea I show got a feast nigga
Bigg nigga yea I show like to eat nigga
Self made owe my soul to the streets nigga
Big bread that's a whole lotta yeast nigga
If it costs to be the boss I gave my last dime
I put trust up In you niggas this the last time
They thru dirt on my name they tried to trash mine
To much money had to stash mine
Trap house lookin like a festival
Plug throwin plays In the air and it's catchable
Red head thick bitch fucked er on my sectional
Carrots on my teeth mama told me eat the vegetables
Niggas know the shit that I be on
Push a lotta weight so my arms kinda toned
Broke boys scheming shoulda known
Bottom of the barrel where you really do belong
Big money come wit a lot of hate
My team eat good feed em alotta steak
Yo team ribs showin bet you they never ate
When you become a boss you is aloud to take
Shout out to my niggas wit they bread up
If you strivin for it keep yo head up
Schemings ass nigga bet you fed up
Only cop them thangs if it's in a large amount
Always plugged in so I'm never in a drought
Member when I use to stash money in the couch
Too much money ima need two accounts
You wearin fake chains so it's fuckin up ya neck
Broke as niggas always be the one to flex
Till these seven six twos start ripping they ya chest
I ain't never been the type nigga thata stress
I took what I want cause I always kept a tech
Bet
You weak niggas see me as a threat
That's why I gotta stay on they hills till I make a nigga step
I eat good yea I show got a feast nigga
Bigg nigga yea I show like to eat nigga
Self made owe my soul to the streets nigga
Big bread that's a whole lotta yeast nigga
If it costs to be the boss I gave my last dime
I put trust up In you niggas this the last time
They thru dirt on my name they tried to trash mine
To much money had to stash mine
Trap house lookin like a festival
Plug throwin plays In the air and it's catchable
Red head thick bitch fucked er on my sectional
Carrots on my teeth mama told me eat the vegetables
Niggas know the shit that I be on
Push a lotta weight so my arms kinda toned
Broke boys scheming shoulda known
Bottom of the barrel where you really do belong
Big money come wit a lot of hate
My team eat good feed em alotta steak
Yo team ribs showin bet you they never ate
When you become a boss you is aloud to take
Shout out to my niggas wit they bread up
If you strivin for it keep yo head up
Schemings ass nigga bet you fed up
Only cop them thangs if it's in a large amount
Always plugged in so I'm never in a drought
Member when I use to stash money in the couch
Too much money ima need two accounts
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Writer(s): Devante Brown
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