Big Band Summer (feat. Nino Francis)
We do not talk to guys
Fuck what you say so
Fuck that other side
We getting peso
Im on my own time
No I ain't late hoe
I dont stress no shit
Ain't getting paid for it
Yes I made mistakes
I ain't perfect
Yes I did somethings
That ain't worth it
Yes I come from Prov
The flow flawless
Yes I'm insecure
Im still gorgeous
We gon' have a rack for every blog that ever said no
We gon' have a bullet for every fraud that was a fed tho
Fresh like a mentos
Packed like a bento
Fuck what you think you never been through what we been through
Seen more funeral parlors
Than maternity wings
I just hope my homies get they wings
On the road to a champion ring
Writing the words that my city gon' sing
When we win and thats a fact
Im gon' do whatever and thats a pact
Win or lose we do this shit as a pack
Money won't fix this pain or bring em back
But it can give these kids things we never had like
Hope and a future
Ballin like Luca
Don like the other one
Remember when we had nothing
Old days was mad fun
Little bikes and mad sun
Crazy cant remember what my last good day was.
We do not talk to guys
Fuck what you say so
Fuck that other side
We getting peso
Im on my own time
No I ain't late hoe
I dont stress no shit
Ain't getting paid for it
Yes I made mistakes
I ain't perfect
Yes I did somethings
That ain't worth it
Yes I come from Prov
The flow flawless
Yes I'm insecure
Im still gorgeous
10 Trips round the sun with my guys,
Riding in a hoopty
Splittin' a small fry
No you can't relate you was never outside
Summer nights buggin' had the city on fire
On Broad with a broad
Tryna order a chimi
Seat way back so nobody can see me
I got a couple frauds wishing they could be me
And now they hating hard Cause I make it look easy
Need a crib in the hills
While I write these songs
I just need a couple mil's
I could right these wrongs
There's bag on the way
Let me scratch my palm
And I just need enough to bring my brothers along
Cause If I had one wish
The first thing on my list
Is a check big enough to my solve our problems
And If you had one wish
You'd try to bag my bitch
Just to have her put you on to my album
We do not talk to guys
Fuck what you say so
Fuck that other side
We getting peso
Im on my own time
No I ain't late hoe
I dont stress no shit
Ain't getting paid for it
Yes I made mistakes
I ain't perfect
Yes I did somethings
That ain't worth it
Yes I come from Prov
The flow flawless
Yes I'm insecure
Im still gorgeous
Yessirrrrr
BIG825 in this bitch
You know the vibe!
It's a Big Band Summer nigga
Yessirrrrr
Get ya money up!
Fuck what you say so
Fuck that other side
We getting peso
Im on my own time
No I ain't late hoe
I dont stress no shit
Ain't getting paid for it
Yes I made mistakes
I ain't perfect
Yes I did somethings
That ain't worth it
Yes I come from Prov
The flow flawless
Yes I'm insecure
Im still gorgeous
We gon' have a rack for every blog that ever said no
We gon' have a bullet for every fraud that was a fed tho
Fresh like a mentos
Packed like a bento
Fuck what you think you never been through what we been through
Seen more funeral parlors
Than maternity wings
I just hope my homies get they wings
On the road to a champion ring
Writing the words that my city gon' sing
When we win and thats a fact
Im gon' do whatever and thats a pact
Win or lose we do this shit as a pack
Money won't fix this pain or bring em back
But it can give these kids things we never had like
Hope and a future
Ballin like Luca
Don like the other one
Remember when we had nothing
Old days was mad fun
Little bikes and mad sun
Crazy cant remember what my last good day was.
We do not talk to guys
Fuck what you say so
Fuck that other side
We getting peso
Im on my own time
No I ain't late hoe
I dont stress no shit
Ain't getting paid for it
Yes I made mistakes
I ain't perfect
Yes I did somethings
That ain't worth it
Yes I come from Prov
The flow flawless
Yes I'm insecure
Im still gorgeous
10 Trips round the sun with my guys,
Riding in a hoopty
Splittin' a small fry
No you can't relate you was never outside
Summer nights buggin' had the city on fire
On Broad with a broad
Tryna order a chimi
Seat way back so nobody can see me
I got a couple frauds wishing they could be me
And now they hating hard Cause I make it look easy
Need a crib in the hills
While I write these songs
I just need a couple mil's
I could right these wrongs
There's bag on the way
Let me scratch my palm
And I just need enough to bring my brothers along
Cause If I had one wish
The first thing on my list
Is a check big enough to my solve our problems
And If you had one wish
You'd try to bag my bitch
Just to have her put you on to my album
We do not talk to guys
Fuck what you say so
Fuck that other side
We getting peso
Im on my own time
No I ain't late hoe
I dont stress no shit
Ain't getting paid for it
Yes I made mistakes
I ain't perfect
Yes I did somethings
That ain't worth it
Yes I come from Prov
The flow flawless
Yes I'm insecure
Im still gorgeous
Yessirrrrr
BIG825 in this bitch
You know the vibe!
It's a Big Band Summer nigga
Yessirrrrr
Get ya money up!
Credits
Writer(s): Julio Lopez, Francis Guerrero
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