Big B's (feat. Young Thug)
[Young Thug]
Ha, big business
Like the opp say big business, you know what I'm saying, fucks
Yeah, now watch me
Handful of hundreds, real big Bentley
Hublot, nigga, get some business
Whole lotta hoes, nigga, get your women, heh
Stuff 'er with the pole, come and get your women, nigga
Big business, talk shit, Wendy Williams, ooh
Catch 'em at the club sipping
Fuck around they missing, hold on (swoop), hold on
Big pimping, iced out my crew now my mission complete
Pimp C, I ain't doing that, I'ma fuck her on the sheets, yeah
And all my niggas loyal like Bun B, hold on
Fuck you thought? YSL till we d-I-e, hold on, hold on, hol' on
Fuck around and set the bitch off like Queen Latifah
Hold on, hold on, yeah, going all out 'bout my dog like Scooby-ee
And a nigga trap door swinging like busy bee, woah (Busy bee)
Outdated temporary tag on a Bentley B (Bentley B)
Two tone wire bag, double R, park it on the streets, yeah, hold on
Two tone wire bag, big tires tear up the streets, rwar
Looking at your kid, I might be the papi (sheesh)
65 pointers in the Cuban sheesh (damn, woah, sheesh)
Diamonds on the backside tearing up my skin, sheesh
Uh, your old man tryna do it like me, sheesh
Make a nigga bitch tap out
Then put 24’s on a real big body
Bitch said nigga need to stop got 100 racks on me
Can't fit in my pocket
I'm a street nigga, I'ma eat me some soup
I'ma let my bitch eat pasta (eat that, hoe)
Told y'all niggas ain't stopping
Black card in my wallet, I'ma feed my partner
I was at one of my shows feeling like Cam'ron with the pink Margielas
We was tryna beat a murder capital, riding around the town with the pink Beretta
When I got in touch with the money, me and shawty fucked around and filled my schedule
Momma just sent me a picture got Indian in my family through my God damn nana
Young nigga fucked 'round, dropped out school, learned it all through the ID channel
Young nigga fucked around and ran out of bullets in the. 40, got to get a banana
These young niggas go brazy, done got that money, they still might pop
So many blue faces on me right now, young nigga still gamble
35 racks for the factories, I steal mammals
I ain't no rapper nigga, I geolog'
I'm a big dog, no pedigree, I eat racks
Boomerang your bitch sweet, she coming back
[Quavo]
Quavo, can I talk my shit to 'em? (shit)
Morri, yeah, trappin' the birds, ravers (ravers), no Cory (no)
Spendin' that cash what you savin' (woo), true story (cash)
I got some newborn babies (woo) in storage, yeah
I got the pies, roaches and flies, close your eyes
Came from the nawf, I got the Ms movin' the sky (Ms)
I got the Ps, you need the keys in the archive
We from the jungle, you niggas too humble, you couldn't survive (jungle)
Carter tags, ayy (twelve), built to blast, ayy (baow)
Take a splash, bae (splash), all ass, bae (woo)
Built to last bae (yeah, yeah)
Look at my wrist, ice, all glass, ayy (ice)
She gon' do that task for that bag (she do it, yeah)
I'ma take that pot, then I spaz (woo, whip it)
Momma say she's spoiled and she sassy (woo)
Fuck it, I'ma fuck it on the dash
Niggas ain't eat, call it fastin' (no way)
Number one Huncho, everlasting (everlasting)
Pinky ring yellow like a taxi (shine, shine)
Don't call my phone, yeah, the boy, he taxin' (yeah, brr)