big money (c4 remix)

talkin' big money

boy it come in thousands

trap house bunkin'

j's runnin' out it

rich homie baby!

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

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

bitches gettin' thicker

watchin' over my back cause niggas get quicker

got some bubblegum and hard dick for his sister

cause food stamps is all she get from the system

she like fuck them niggas but they can't do this shit for her

what your issue? you make nathan off this comma

blazin' off this ganja while standin' in this circle

slangin' to your momma

while stefan geeked on urkel

and 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 nigga? 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 bitch 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 bitch

she let me up

and found out it was the 3rd cousin

met a little bitch

she let me up

and found out it was the 3rd cousin

know a couple niggas in a fuckin' situation

gettin' 40's

60's change your occupation

got a couple riders with me

harley davidson

coulda had three of 'em but turned to eight of 'em

models bitches 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 daddy

cul-de-sac money

hold on

dollar signs on commas

on motherfuckin' commas

this cannon on me now

lil nigga 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 years

sos gang

i do not need a new pair

hold up

i 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 pussy ass niggas who hate

get off my dick 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 shit

we gon' pop in these mags

let the ak scream

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

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