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.