The Biggest

Ayy, motion nigga
Whole lotta motion
Biggies nigga
Bowlman

Ayy, ayy, ayy
I ain't had to break a sweat to make this hunnid nigga
I been gettin' a whole lotta fuckin' money nigga
Niggas in the way, nigga, get up out the way

Niggas ain't in the street and niggas on sidewalk for sure
Ayy, I just ran through a hunnid bowls
It's just me and Doe, nigga, we tryna lay low
We ain't wearin' no j, nigga, gettin' it

A nigga play with one of us, we put it in his fitted
I stay down too long, now I'm winnin
A nigga get up in my way and then I'm sinning
Nigga, I'm the biggest in my city

I just started rappin' but I'm tryna get a million
I signed a deal but you better have that chicken
A hunnid can shit, nigga, I been a spend it
I be tryna give you game but your ass don't listen

My nigga say stay in the stu, you might be our ticket
My nigga say stay in the stu, I might just be our ticket
You know I like to stay in the trap
That's why I get paid

They know I'm a trap nigga but they want me rappin
Nigga, only time I like to rap it if it's plastic
Nigga, I don't do too much talkin', I'm about action
Only time you see me rushin' if it's for the paper

If I don't wrap them right, then the airport, they gon' take em
You better take your time, cause I'm lost if you can't take em
Nigga, know we all head on for that paper
All I got is money on my schedule, baby

I can't even lie, I'm ahead of them, baby
I don't even work a job but I'm on a schedule, my baby
Mama's youngest boy, I boss him just to lenway, baby
I just went from what I know, yeah, the streets had raised me

I won't never ask for shit, if I don't got it, I'ma take it
Hustle must offend some niggas cause my grind, they hate it
I don't tie my shoes, nigga, so if it ain't money, I don't chase it
Better quit worrying about them hoes and go get some paper

Go get some paper, nigga
It's really all this shit about, nigga
I just want them hoes, nigga, them hoes ain't shit, nigga
Go get a bag, nigga

Motion
Go get you a bag, Or, your ass gon' be in last place
Soon as you lose the bag, you ain't gon' see the bitch face
Acting like she at home, whole time, nigga, fuck in her face

You know how it go, you know how these bitches play
Bro, front door, back door, you know back don't play
You know bro be burning niggas and I ain't talking mace
I ain't have to call, bro, he came and say today

He shoot that stick with both hands, he in predictions, man
Burning with that stick, man
Had to tell him, chill out
These niggas make it, man

Gon' get this money, though
Motion
Hustle, nigga



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Writer(s): Patrick Terry
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