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Big Money (feat. Meyhem Lauren & DJ Muggs) letra


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)

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, every time I put a jacket on
Still walk on water even 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

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?)

(Uh! Yo!)
Niggas is built like wet cardboard (soft niggas)
Grill marks on omega-3, make sure its charred
Know that's 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

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)

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