Big Talk (feat. Rick Ross)

Ya I know y'all seen that Playboy cover Bring your sexy ass in here All I know is that big talk All I know is that big talk All I know is that big talk Banks! All I know is that big talk Gold rings, got gold buttons Going up and down my sheep skin We the wolf pack and it's a cold summer Never deep, I keep one gunna Say her name I might run up on ya Send that text "I wanna touch ya girl" If they don't fuck with us, well, it's fuck the world Ice box for my princess Got a double M on that pendant And back in, I'm bout to spend that Got a big bag and I been rich We make love and she talk slick G-Wagon, she a boss bitch Major League in that boy pitch Major League in that boy pitch Mussolini when I'm out in Rome Cleopatra, she dipped in gold Pussy shot and she centerfold Bel-Air and my mind blown Rosé and I'm checking out like Caesar did Slide down my sword She a blasphemy cause she love The God Pray you never let 'em come crucify the boy Black magic, David Blaine flow Colour money like a rainbow Azealia Banks keep the bank rolls Shine like illuminated Angels Bad bitch, I'm bodacious Black power but I'm no racist Balling, I don't need no agent In the Maybach feelin' so spacious Focused on another hundred thou Going up another level now Nigga's wildin', better settle down Got the Rollie diamonds in the bezel now Take notes, get your pen and pencil With Ricky Ross, we quintessential Ain't nothing here incidental We poppin' off on instrumentals Slide off in the Rolls Royce I'm slaying bitches in a grey mink You can slide on it like escapades This ice on me like a skating rink Big talk, big bank Pussy wetter than the Great Lakes And for this life, I'mma give thanks And pray they never gon' burn a witch at the stake All I know is that big talk All I know is that big talk This conversation is rich talk, niggas All I know is that big talk