Money Man – Big Money Lyrics

 

Big Money Lyrics by Money Man

 

Yeah, I’m big money
I’ll pull up and pop out at your OG
Fucking with them killas
They’ll hop out and step on you for free
Told her, “Quit all that playin’ baby, why you teasing me?”
All my blicks got switches on them so they empty easily
Went and got my weight up, n***** think I’m taking creatine
Designer juggin’, I just served a n**** in Amiri jeans
Yeah, them shoes was Fear of God but I swear ain’t no fear in me
If I go today, my girl and kid gon’ shed some tears for me

My n***** ain’t never did no hair
But they might come and split yo wig
My pops had told me, “Anything you do, make sure you do it big”
So I went and got them zaza bags and put ’em on a rig
We got paps and we got drakes
And we got glizzys and some sigs

If my partner died today
I told him, “It’s nothin’, I got your children”
Couple of n***** I came up with turned opp
They better keep they distance
Don’t talk about that shit online
Go get a fire and handle your business
It don’t matter if you just shot ’em
He ain’t dead, the job ain’t finished

In my condo doing push-ups, going crazy with calisthenics
If it’s smoke, I pull right up to his crib and I address it
I’m in the club, I got the baby rocket right inside my jacket
You’ll get stomped out in these Dior boots, we beat your ass in fashion

Told my wifey, “I’m not normal, don’t you treat me like your ex”
N**** called me for a ten piece
Told ’em, “Hold on, give me a second”
If I drop the pack on you
You better pay me quick, bitch, I’m alone
It cost a fee, can’t talk right now
That load came in, I’m kinda busy
Like my vibes with curves and pretty
Say you real, I know you cap
So you a walking contradiction
I got M’s, I had ambition
Cougar ridin’ with me
She thick, just like she delicious
Got that stick inside my lade
When I pull up inside the trenches

Yeah, I’m big money
I’ll pull up and pop out at your OG
Fucking with them killas
They’ll hop out and step on you for free
Told her, “Quit all that playin’ baby, why you teasing me?”
All my blicks got switches on them so they empty easily
Went and got my weight up, n***** think I’m taking creatine
Designer juggin’, I just served a n**** in Amiri jeans
Yeah, them shoes was Fear of God but I swear ain’t no fear in me
If I go today, my girl and kid gon’ shed some tears for me

My n***** ain’t never did no hair
But they might come and split yo wig
My pops had told me, “Anything you do, make sure you do it big”
So I went and got them zaza bags and put ’em on a rig
We got paps and we got drakes
And we got glizzys and some sigs

Yeah, I’m big money
Yeah, I’m big money
Yeah, I’m big money
Yeah, I’m big money