G-Eazy, Preme - Big Ben lyrics

Right here in the game, swear I'ma win
Fresh out the pen
Ain't going back there again
My baby mama no drama
Said she don't need me to spend
Told her just cop the car seat
And I'ma buy you the Benz (Skrrt, skrrt)
Too real to pretend, this mod got me on ten
This a big boy clock, I call my watch Big Ben
Ya'll fight for dollars and cents like
Y'all ain't got no sense
Niggas killing to live
Like would it kill you to live?
If you diss, get mopped, I clean up my shit
My lil' bro got shot, I felt like I got hit
All my dogs brought sticks
Told 'em I got this
Gotta take those risks, we abide by this
I got Danny Phantom and Sauce
Boy on the drums, bitch
Come with it, smart nigga, but I'm dumb rich
Yeah, them niggas hatin'
But the bad bitches love this thug shit
I could fuck her slow and make her cum quick
(Yeah)

Hit the studio
I came straight from the YSL fashion show
Word to Anthony Vaccarello, we
Skipped the after, though
I get this cash to flow, models asking
"Who has the blow?" uppers and downers
Can't tell if I'm moving fast or slow
She just took acid, just kicked in
Got the big face Rollie
Call my watch Big Ben
Zero to sixty in three, this a big boy Benz
Black on black, I whipped the Batmobile
It must be him skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
I'm killing 'em when I'm in my 'Rari
Feel like a hearse
My garage look like the Jay Leno lot
Your feelings hurt
I threw her ten, she put some
New plastic under her shirt, look
It's just a gesture, you're welcome, look
It's my pleasure
Put a Birkin on her dresser
It's like she discovered treasure
Plus the YSL clutch, really
It took no effort
I'm Curry in the clutch, look
I dominate under pressure, yeah

Burning cash, wonder where it all goes
Money like the Chapos and Pablos
Paper six feet, fucking tall hoes
This watch don't tick-tock
But it's all froze

Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Call my watch Big Ben, call my watch Big Ben
(Yeah)

My piece she put her tongue on
Ain't fucking 'less the glove's on
I'm stuck inside her head just
Like a love song, no doubt
Been one of the best out
Your music got me stressed out
'Cause they ain't got no bars
Like they fresh out, big clout
Talk about the best
You got me fucked up if I'm left out
The only white boy in the world
Who could bring the west out
Girls at my shows on shoulders
She pulls her breasts out
On her boyfriend, he's miserable
Feeling left out
Last night we got high as shit
Almost feel like I died a bit
I just fucked a stranger
I asked her name while she ride my dick
Rumors spreading quick
I tell her to chill and quiet it
Rock and roll stories I'll save
The rest for the biopic (Yeah)

Burning cash, wonder where it all goes
Money like the Chapos and Pablos
Paper six feet, fucking tall hoes
This watch don't tick-tock
But it's all froze

Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Call my watch Big Ben, call my watch Big Ben