| Talkin' big money, boy it come in thousands
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| Trap house bunkin', Jay runnin' out it
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| Rich Homie baby!
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| Big money, boy it come in thousands
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| Trap house bunkin', Js runnin' out it
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| Twelve saw me comin', double back for me
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| I supply my neighbor, cul-de-sac money
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| (Whatchu talm bout Quan?)
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| Cul-de-sac money
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| Make so much that twelve double back for me
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| All I stack are dead men run it back for me
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| Like a daddy, cul-de-sac money
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| Cul-de-sac money, I got nosey neighbors
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| A couple packs comin', I’m at the store waitin'
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| Kill the fat onion, got some more paper
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| I keep the strap gunnin', I’m makin' dope wages
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| Your folks hatin', I got more paper
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| Your clothes basic, you see my ho tailored
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| All that makeup make your ho look made up
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| Cul-de-sac shoe strings got the hood laced up
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| I’m at the corner shootin' like a Pacer
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| «Reggie Miller I shoot a nigga face up»
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| And I like getting head cause I’m aimin' waist up
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| And if you owe me, better pay up
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| Big money, boy it come in thousands
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| Trap house bunkin', Js runnin' out it
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| Twelve saw me comin', double back for me
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| I supply my neighbor, cul-de-sac money
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| (Whatchu talm bout Quan?)
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| Cul-de-sac money
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| Make so much that twelve double back for me
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| All I stack are dead men run it back for me
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| Like a daddy, cul-de-sac money
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| I’m gettin' all this paper, A$AP money
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| And I’m fuckin' all these bitches, I can’t get ‘em off me
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| And I call my dollars Precious cause my pockets chubby
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| They was callin me ugly, now all of these bitches they wanna just fuck me
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| All of my niggas they hustlin' and killin the game, this shit is a shame
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| I don’t mind niggas from Harlem, I did it, and you can do the same
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| I took money from out the hood he good now he dont have to gangbang
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| All of my niggas who figured they’re bigger but left
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| Are left feeling the pain (No Love)
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| He was a rider, ridin' in that Porsche
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| I’m the Messiah, I’ll be the young Trap Lord
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| Sippin' on the Henney, tryna get a penny, wigglin' a dime, nigga I take off
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| Pretty Flacko did well, now watch how Ferg go off, oh Lord
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| Big money, boy it come in thousands
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| Trap house bunkin', Js runnin' out it
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| Twelve saw me comin', double back for me
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| I supply my neighbor, cul-de-sac money
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| (Whatchu talm bout Quan?)
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| Cul-de-sac money
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| Make so much that twelve double back for me
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| All I stack are dead men run it back for me
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| Like a daddy, cul-de-sac money |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Big Money , by - DJ Drama. Song from the album Quality Street Music 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп