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Big Money (C4 Remix) - DJ Drama/Lil Uzi Vert/Rich Homie Quan/Skeme
Talkin' big money boy it come in thousands
Trap house bunkin' j's runnin' out it
DJ drama
Talkin' big money boy it come in thousands
Trap house bunkin' js runnin' out it
Twelve saw me comin' double back for me
I supply my neighbor cul de sac money
Whatchu talm bout quan cul de sac money
Make so much that twelve double back for me
All I stack are dead men run it back for me
Like a daddy cul de sac money
Money comin' faster b**ches gettin' thicker
Watchin' over my back cause niggas get quicker
Got some bubblegum and hard d**k for his sister
'Cause food stamps is all she get from the system
She like f**k them niggas but
They can't do this sh*it for her
What your issue you make Nathan off this comma
Blazin' off this *** while standin'
In this circle
Slangin' to your momma while Stefan
Geeked on urkeland that
Cul de sac still fool me
That cul de sac never sleep
In that cul de sac we movin'
Ain't nothin' get past me
And I stop cross call it short stop
You talk small call it short guap
I eat beef like a pork chop
What you talkin' bout n***a cul de sac
Talkin'big money boy it come in thousands
Trap house bunkin' js runnin' out it
Twelve saw me comin' double back for me
I supply my neighbor cul de sac money
My b**ch she just be from london
She ain't pronouncin' nothin'
Yeah we can work on the stove top
Turn a little to somethin'
Met a little b**ch she lit me up
And found out it was the 3rd cousin
Met a little b**ch she let me up
And found out it was the 3rd cousin
Know a couple niggas in some
F**ked up situations
Gettin' 40 60 change your occupation
Got a couple riders with me harley davidson
Coulda had three of 'em
But turned to eight of'em
Models b**ches with a zero
Tapin' bricks to her stomach just
To add a little weight on 'em
Niggas dyin' left and right like my head
Know in the trap be a man for the bands
Call my older brother top uh
Grind ran on you with number nine uh
Little brother he servin' time
I just hope he don't even lose his mind
I ain't the richest but I'm in line
Speakin' of lines my girl sniffin' lines
Then line after line got product like designs
And you catch a dime got six in the clip
Talkin' big money boy it come in thousands
Trap house bunkin' js runnin' out it
Twelve saw me comin' double back for me
Like a dead end cul de sac money
Hold on dollar signs on commas
On mother f**kin' commas
This cannon on me now lil n***a
You do not want this drama
I need that cash that fetti that lucci
Need my retribution or else
We start shootin'
Them choppers go off make
Your block sound like new
Yearss O X gang I do not need a new
Pair hold upi done put stacks
In the holes in my walls
If you touch 'em with cinnamon
It's holes in your face
Psa for all you P***y ass niggas who hate
Get off my d**k and go get the cake
I got my hand on the grain and
My foot on the gas
I have no use for a break
I feel like Michael
Corleone with the graves
I feel like jj right after the bay
Better watch what you say bout me
Cause I keep gunners around hoe play bout me
Niggas phony tryna act like
We homies but barely know me
If you don't want the money then boy
You ain't around me
Ain't nothin' fake about me
I put killers on they feet
Down to spray 'bout me
We poppin' tags but them niggas pop sh**
We gon' pop in these mags let the ak scream
Talkin' big money boy it come in thousands
Trap house bunkin' js runnin' out it
Twelve saw me comin' double back for me
I supply my neighbor cul de sac money
Whatchu talm bout quan cul de sac money
Make so much that twelve double back for me
All I stack are dead men
Run it back for me
Like a daddy cul de sac money