Big Shot
I'm a big shot
I'm saying though
Why you ain't ever call me
Like you know I met you like three weeks ago
You took me out you took me out to the mall
Bought me some shit we came back we fucked
You what I'm saying we exchanged numbers and all that
But that was the last time I saw you like was up
Like I'm a bad bitch and like you act like I don't exist
I need to know what the fuck is up
Like like holler, holler at me like what the fuck
I'm a Bigshot and it's a beautiful thing
Wake up in the morning feeling like a king
I'm a hustler so I gotta get paid
I'm about my business cause it's money to be made
I'm a gangster girl you gotta understand
Just because were lovers I ain't gotta be your man
I know you hate that baby but what more can I say
I ain't gone give it up, it's money to be made
I find them, feed them, fuck them before I leave them
I treat these hoes like runaway slaves, give them freedom
I never keep them even if they rich or foreign speaking
A bitch is a bitch remember that so don't be sleeping
Don't get me wrong I love women hugging and kissing
But I don't do no ass kissing and I don't wanna hear no bitching
It ain't good for my system and goes against my religion
My grandma said if it's too hot get the fuck up out the kitchen
Speaking of kitchen, some of these so-called women
Can't even cook an egg plus they don't know how to listen
Ain't got a pot to piss in but they always Instagraming
Facebooking and TikToking it like they got it Poppin
Come on girl hop in let me take you shopping
We can hit the mall run it up but no stopping
I don't trust these hoes so I ain't trying to get cuffed
But what if I told you that I love you, please shut the fuck up
I'm a Bigshot and it's a beautiful thing
Wake up in the morning feeling like a king
I'm a hustler so I gotta get paid
I'm about my business cause it's money to be made
I'm a gangster girl you gotta understand
Just because were lovers I ain't gotta be your man
I know you hate that baby but what more can I say
I ain't gone give it up, it's money to be made
That's just the way it goes
Ain't got no time to be falling in love
It's all about the m o n e y
Money, cash money
I'm saying though
Why you ain't ever call me
Like you know I met you like three weeks ago
You took me out you took me out to the mall
Bought me some shit we came back we fucked
You what I'm saying we exchanged numbers and all that
But that was the last time I saw you like was up
Like I'm a bad bitch and like you act like I don't exist
I need to know what the fuck is up
Like like holler, holler at me like what the fuck
I'm a Bigshot and it's a beautiful thing
Wake up in the morning feeling like a king
I'm a hustler so I gotta get paid
I'm about my business cause it's money to be made
I'm a gangster girl you gotta understand
Just because were lovers I ain't gotta be your man
I know you hate that baby but what more can I say
I ain't gone give it up, it's money to be made
I find them, feed them, fuck them before I leave them
I treat these hoes like runaway slaves, give them freedom
I never keep them even if they rich or foreign speaking
A bitch is a bitch remember that so don't be sleeping
Don't get me wrong I love women hugging and kissing
But I don't do no ass kissing and I don't wanna hear no bitching
It ain't good for my system and goes against my religion
My grandma said if it's too hot get the fuck up out the kitchen
Speaking of kitchen, some of these so-called women
Can't even cook an egg plus they don't know how to listen
Ain't got a pot to piss in but they always Instagraming
Facebooking and TikToking it like they got it Poppin
Come on girl hop in let me take you shopping
We can hit the mall run it up but no stopping
I don't trust these hoes so I ain't trying to get cuffed
But what if I told you that I love you, please shut the fuck up
I'm a Bigshot and it's a beautiful thing
Wake up in the morning feeling like a king
I'm a hustler so I gotta get paid
I'm about my business cause it's money to be made
I'm a gangster girl you gotta understand
Just because were lovers I ain't gotta be your man
I know you hate that baby but what more can I say
I ain't gone give it up, it's money to be made
That's just the way it goes
Ain't got no time to be falling in love
It's all about the m o n e y
Money, cash money
Credits
Writer(s): Lovelace Terrance
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