Big Money

[Intro] Uh-huh, (yeah, uh) yeah Fuck y'all niggas talking about? (Fly shit only, fly shit forever) Laurenovicci, DJ Muggs (Put the green away I was bench pressing two thousand pounds) QU to LA and back to QU, we swervin' ([?]) we winning Uh (uh-huh), yo (yo) [Verse 1] Word to the suede on the roof, I'm the truth New York monument Even if the Cubano tucked, my chain prominent Time certified, clockin' casually, your majesty A king not reaching his potential is the tragedy Nothing overnight magically, did it gradually Actually, will stop your battery for speaking cap to me Salacious women leave saliva trails on my anatomy Gold-covered incisors like I'm tryna fix a cavity Defyin' gravity, evеry time I put a jacket on Still walk on water еven when I got my ratchet on Came through, something brand new, tanzanite blue Ain't no fun eatin' alone, I need some bands for the crew (Facts) Fuck you talkin' about? Chalk 'em out On to the next, it's often we flex Cop loose stones to toss with baguettes Type of shit you cop on blue now My outfit makes your boo smile I'm flyin' and I'm buyin' while you cryin' like a new child [Hook] Playin' big, countin' big money Whip is big body, shoutout to Big Body Big Money Muggs, Big Money Mey Big accounts, big amounts, bigger guns will spray (Uh!) Playin' big, countin' big money Whip is big body, shoutout to Big Body Big Money Muggs, Big Money Mey Big accounts, big amounts, bigger guns will spray (Uh!) (Fuck y'all niggas thought? I've been on a private island for a year. Shirtless, cookin' lamb on the grill. Swordfish, all that. Now we back on our rap shit, ya heard?) [Verse 2] (Uh! Yo!) Niggas is built like wet cardboard (soft niggas) Grill marks on omega-3, make sure its charred Know thats the wrong spot, if I'm feelin' rich in the room Fiends will trade you sunglasses for a trip to the moon I cop the worst prop, on the best block, and then build it People peep the play, presumptuous, "this nigga killed it!" Facts though, stacks grow, fast flow Really on some other shit, ask bro Cash though, asshole I'm still the grittiest My bitch the prettiest And my shorty looks better than my girl does You fuckin' clown niggas softer than veloer rugs My team official, you still lookin' for secure plugs Obscure drugs, Bentley whippers, Fendi slippers Louie bags, Versaci tags stacked up in my top drawer Never speak to me about a drought, nigga, we got more Cop raw, lockjaw, go ahead and test it I'm add ya to the list of all the shit I'm not impressed with [Hook] Playin' big, countin' big money Whip is big body, shoutout to Big Body Big Money Muggs, Big Money Mey Big accounts, big amounts, bigger guns will spray (Uh!) Playin' big, countin' big money (big money) Yo! (Hey all you stoned motherfuckers, you coke-sniffers, you whiskey-drinkers, you're tuned into SOUL ASSASSINS)