Vice City

[Produced by Cardo & Yung Exclusive] [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] Big money, big booty bitches Man, that shit gon' be death of me Big problems, I must admit it Man, that shit gon' be death of me I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope I can't stand myself I just bought a new coat, I might go broke I can't stand myself Big money, big booty bitches Man, that shit [Pre-Verse: Kendrick Lamar] Turn me up Sin City, Sin City Sin City, Sin City [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Big money, big booty bitches Tell the truth, nigga, I'm lost without it Seven figures for a headline You want some stage time? We can talk about it Niggas actin' like they be rappin' Like nice on the mic, truly doubt it Go against the kid, y'all don't wanna live That decision is hella childish Rose gold for my old hoes They ain't satisfied then I sit 'em down 10th grade, I gave her all shade But now she got some ass, I wan' hit it now I don't lease, I just all out feast I put a blue Caprice on Gary Coleman Bomb head and some cheese eggs That's a new raise and a signing bonus [Verse 2: Jay Rock] Fall in this bitch Like some good pussy—can't stand myself So good, she so hood She a cheesehead, patty melt GED with some EBTs, and some DVDs That shit was happening She reel me in with some chicken wings And some collard greens, that shit was brackin' Just cracked me a new bitch Bust a new nut on her nigga's jersey My bitch get off at nine o'clock So I had to shake her 'round 7:30 105, I'm stomping fast With these big guns, I'm hella dirty Get caught with this shit I ain't comin' home 'til like 2030 [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] I got big money, big booty bitches Man, that shit gon' be death of me (Death of me) Big problems, I must admit it Man, that shit gon' be death of me (Death of me) Big dreams, no superstition Man, that shit gon' be death of me (Death of me) I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope I can't stand myself I just bought a new coat, I might go broke I can't stand myself I just might ban myself I just might, God [Bridge: Jay Rock & Kendrick Lamar] I'm focused, feeling blessed 'Cause my eyes be the truth (God!) I'm focused, feeling blessed 'Cause my eyes be the truth (Mm) [Verse 3: Ab-Soul] Mental window blurry as a bitch Still lookin' out it So much money off the fuckin' books Could write a book about it Took a minute, no, wait a minute Let me think about it 'Bout ten years, Crips, Bloods Sweat and tears, and we still counting, mm Had a real thick bitch named Brooklyn She fucked the whole squad Now, every time I land in Brooklyn They fuck with the whole squad Ugh, I'm more spiritual than lyrical I'm similar to Eli Why? 'Cause I'm wearin' black shades And I'm headed west with the word of God (Amen) Yeah, I think I'm finally ready to talk about it These niggas just talk about it Homie, don't play me for no fool Poppin' bottles like enemigos Os dios mio, I'm so cold Get so deep in that water, water They should call my johnson a harpoon [Verse 4: Jay Rock] Feed the needy, don't know graffiti Paint her walls like a cartoon Beat the pussy up so bad Send her home with some war wounds Loaded off the 'gnac, hit her from the back Goin' 'cross her head, bar stool Touch her soul, 'til I curl her toes Then it's time to reload, then it's part two [Verse 5: ScHoolboy Q] Damn near thirty, still set trippin', cuz Where you from? I'ma see about it, hmm Last year, I made ten million That's where I've been, yeah, a private island, hmm Smoking something, on autopilot Got too many cars, I might crash a whip, ugh New 'Rari pedal barely tapping Nigga, vroom-vroom, yeah, I'm rich, bitch Got two Rollies, but one missing Think my daughter flossing, she in kindergarten Got one crib worth two cribs And my front lawn, yeah, that's water fountain You be talking boss, saying big words Like philosophies, man, you weird homie What it sounds to me that you broke as fuck And your bitch gon' leave, and that's real, homie [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] I got big money, big booty bitches Man, that shit gon' be death of me (Death of me) Big problems, I must admit it Man, that shit gon' be death of me (Death of me) Big dreams, no superstition That shit gon' be the death of me (Death of me) I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope I can't stand myself I just bought a new coat, I just might go broke I can't stand myself I just might damn myself I just might, God God