Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song THINK BIG , by - Money Boss PlayersRelease date: 08.03.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
THINK BIG |
| Big Poppa, throwing niggas off of cliffs, smoking spliffs |
| Disappear with my bitch in a Mitsubishi Eclipse |
| Read my lips, I kill you |
| Blood’ll spill too, did I say thank you |
| I grant you three wishes cause I be the genie |
| Niggas is assed out like fat bitches in bikinis |
| Read between the lines see what I see |
| I see the diary of a sick bastard |
| Junior Mafia blaster, Rugers on the hips |
| Bought coke to flip chips, bought slugs to fill clips |
| Flipping coke in corner store bodegas |
| In the back room playing Sega, Street Fighter II |
| I’m inviting you, bring your writing crew and they dopest rhymes |
| I get up in that ass every time |
| Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable |
| Getting mad blunted in the 600 |
| Benz, ask your friends who’s the illest |
| Licking shots, niggas screaming «Biggie Smalls tried to kill us» |
| You think big you get big, champagne and Moet |
| You can party til you sweat, the money’s yours to get |
| Cash in abundance, paper stacks in the hundreds |
| One thousand for the gators, hard stares for the traitors |
| I be a thang slinger, body boom here come the banger |
| Your mother should have pulled you out with a fucking hanger |
| Word up, what’s your motherfucking deal, nigga |
| Fuck Polo, you can call me Tommy Real Nigga |
| To all emcees that envy that’s trying |
| Never me and you, take it easy like Mad Lion |
| If you mess with me, your family |
| Will be missing you like we miss EPMD |
| But if you don’t believe me you can come and see me though |
| And you sure will be over just like Arsenio |
| I come-a-calling, you niggas be stalling |
| I got the unbelievable like my nigga Smalls and |
| Release date, man I can’t wait |
| That ass getting cash like a New York nigga out of state |
| To the ladies don’t waste your time |
| Only 69 that I do is *69 |
| Give you drama like 2Pac so you gots to give me dap |
| For fun, putting 'em on the run like Kool G Rap |
| Like Michael Jackson off the wall for y’all |
| I’m making people forget you like R Kelly did to Aaron Hall |
| In God we trust, in hoes we lust |
| In clothes and cash and cars a must |
| Yo I’m the 86 survivor so bear witness to my theme |
| I only play with my team, two hundred thousand in my dream |
| Bitches love this curly headed threat, far from a herb |
| Draw my nigga and I squeeze for Gs quicker than a serve |
| I got styles for miles the Bronx and Harlem runner-up |
| You think big you get big, I want it all fuck a cut |
| Yo fuck beepers, fuck hustling for sneakers and car speakers |
| Give me cars and stores to transform this drug caper |
| Hustling money’s dead kid I want Arab and Jew paper |
| And now I’m the sheik the Lord Tariq |
| So let the resurrected Willie speak cause I’d rather die upon my feet |
| My dress code explodes, paying hundreds for jeans |
| Yo I could play a pair of Lees and reign Willie Supreme |
| BBS ride the ave beside the African gypsy cab driver |
| While I let you check the style of a survivor (MacGyver) |
| Your shit is smothered yo I got New York covered |
| End of story, I’m the last and there will be never be another |
| Motherfucker |