Big Money (C4 Remix)

Talkin' big money, boy it come in thousands

Trap house bunkin', J's runnin' out it

Rich Homie baby! (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, ************es gettin' thicker

Watchin' over my back cause ******s get quicker

Got some bubblegum and hard ************ for his sister

Cause food stamps is all she get from the system

She like ****** them ******s but they can't do this ************t 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 ******? 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 ************ 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 ************, she let me up

And found out it was the 3rd cousin

Met a little ************, she let me up

And found out it was the 3rd cousin

Know a couple ******s in a ******' 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 ************es with a zero

Tapin' bricks to her stomach just to add a little weight on 'em

******s 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 mother******' commas

This cannon on me now, lil ****** you do not want that 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 ************ ass ******s who hate

Get off my ************ 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

******s 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 ******s pop ************t

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