Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Big Money , by - Don CannonRelease date: 17.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Big Money |
| Talkin' big money, boy it come in thousands |
| Trap house bunkin', Jay runnin' out it |
| Rich Homie baby! |
| 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 |
| Cul-de-sac money, I got nosey neighbors |
| A couple packs comin', I’m at the store waitin' |
| Kill the fat onion, got some more paper |
| I keep the strap gunnin', I’m makin' dope wages |
| Your folks hatin', I got more paper |
| Your clothes basic, you see my ho tailored |
| All that makeup make your ho look made up |
| Cul-de-sac shoe strings got the hood laced up |
| I’m at the corner shootin' like a Pacer |
| «Reggie Miller I shoot a nigga face up» |
| And I like getting head cause I’m aimin' waist up |
| And if you owe me, better pay up |
| 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 |
| I’m gettin' all this paper, A$AP money |
| And I’m fuckin' all these bitches, I can’t get ‘em off me |
| And I call my dollars Precious cause my pockets chubby |
| They was callin me ugly, now all of these bitches they wanna just fuck me |
| All of my niggas they hustlin' and killin the game, this shit is a shame |
| I don’t mind niggas from Harlem, I did it, and you can do the same |
| I took money from out the hood he good now he dont have to gangbang |
| All of my niggas who figured they’re bigger but left |
| Are left feeling the pain (No Love) |
| He was a rider, ridin' in that Porsche |
| I’m the Messiah, I’ll be the young Trap Lord |
| Sippin' on the Henney, tryna get a penny, wigglin' a dime, nigga I take off |
| Pretty Flacko did well, now watch how Ferg go off, oh Lord |
| 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 |