Big Hat, Plenty Cattle

Flip the money, taking risk, that how you do it
Got no time for feeling sorry
Since it doesn't change your story
Forward mula to my dealer
For some Jordan's for a shoot
Hit the stage, I hit the booth
Working like a fucking bull
Look I never been a lick
For any bitch stupid tricks
If I gave you couple chips
I was prolly being kind
Or pretended to be blind
Bitch I know you be lying
Whatever, nobody care
Don't compare to what I earn

Tell a friend to tell a friend
Every time I drop a link
Coldest nigga since the mink
Cuban links, diamond rings
50 inch flatscreens
That's the life for a don
Al Pacino, Corleone
Black queen on my arm
Tanned skin, palm trees
Jet skis, overseas
Sip wine, no weed
Light cigars, 'joy the breeze
Swipe card, fuck the fees
5 stars hotels
Dinner with millionaires
'Vestments going well

Oh well

Take it or leave it, no more talk about it
For further details see my manager and talk about it
Let's drop a tape and see the whole world talk about it
Talk about it all you want but it's still fake
Streets don't believe so they talk anyway
Listen dude, there's a million ways to get paid
I know two, further proof that I won't stop
Pull up in a wheelchair if my legs caught

You either winning or you learning, fuck the whining
Hang Mourinho next to Jigga, father figures since my dada
And for me the best ever
Steady climbing on the ladder
Teach my kids to do better
Go higher, push the culture
Yeah nigga

Go out and do it for us niggas
I see the Forbes and not enough of us niggas
Properties, companies, not enough niggas
Support each other, that's the only way up niggas



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Writer(s): Kofi Akom
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