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Big Money
- Yeah we make big money, no jokes this shit ain't funny,
- Consistent with our flows, cause the fame gon be coming.
- We got no time for loving, hope you're good at running,
- Yeah we spit this heat, you would think that it was sunny.
- All the bitches love me, don't think that your above me,
- Try to step to me and you'll end up in recovery.
- I'm a master lyrically, you can't even disagree,
- The boss of this industry, can you name him, its Big Leahy
- Yeah this beat is easy, I'm killing it completely,
- they might think that I'm greedy cause I murder this shit speedy,
- So fast they can't even see me, yeah they all wanna be me,
- Magic like Houdini, fast as a Lamborghini,
- I love bitches in bikinis, come pour me a martini,
- Feel like I'm a different species, and if I cause a scene he,
- might end up dead or bleeding, or his heart will stop beating.
- Their family is grieving, they wish that they were dreaming.
- Yeah we take dubs only, unlike you other phonies, 1:18
- saving shots like I'm a goalie someone give me the damn trophy,
- and I'll let you slide with no fee, yea he's in heaven he's holy,
- hope that he didn't die slowly, and that he's up there and cosy.
- Feels like everybody know me, and that I'll never be lonely.
- I'm unholy, in a hole see, I can't flee the whole scene,
- It's closing, and controlling, it feels like I'm smoking,
- I'm choking, but not throwing, cause I gotta keep on growing.
- Making all these racks, yeah I'm making all this bread,
- while a bitch be on my lap giving me some head
- All these guys act on my level but they are no threat
- Hurry up and pay up I'm waiting for the check
- Yeah I make big money, I love it when I pop off,
- driving down the lane, steal your bitch in a drop top.
- Don't care how I act, even if I'm on the opp block,
- Fuck with me I'll burn this place up, like some hot sauce
- Yeah we make big money, no jokes this shit ain't funny,
- Consistent with our flows, cause the fame gon be coming.
- We got no time for loving, hope you're good at running,
- Yeah we spit this heat, you would think that it was sunny.
- Yeah we make big money, no jokes this shit ain't funny,
- Consistent with our flows, cause the fame gon be coming.
- We got no time for loving, hope you're good at running,
- Yeah we spit this heat, you would think that it was sunny.
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