Money Man - Big Money lyrics

(Lala On The Beat)
(Damn, Osama, you global now)

Yeah, I'm big Money
I'll pull up and pop out your OG
Fuckin' with them killers
They'll hop and step on you for free
Told her,  "Quit all of that playing,  baby
Why you teasing me?"
All my blicks got switches on 'em
So they empty easily
Went and got my weight up
Niggas think I'm taking creatine
Designer juggin'
I just served a nigga in Amiri jeans
Yeah, them shoes was Fear of God
But I swear ain't no fear in me
If I go today
My girl and kid gon' shed some tears for me
My niggas ain't never did no hair
But they might come and split your wig
My pops had told me, "Anything you do
Make surе you do it big"
So I went and got them zaza bags
And put 'em on thе rig
We got pops and we got Dracs and
We got glizzies and some SIGs

If my partner die today, I
Told him it's nothin', i got your children
Couple niggas I came up with turned opp
They better keep they distance
Don't talk about that shit online
Go get a fire and handle your business
It don't matter if you just
Shot him, he ain't dead
The job ain't finished
In my condo doing pushups
Going crazy with calisthenics if it's smoke
I pull up right up to his
Crib and I address it i'm in the club
I got this baby rocket right inside my jacket
You'll get stomped out in these Dior boots
We beat your ass in fashion
Told my wifey, "I'm not normal
Don't you treat me like your ex"
Nigga called me for a ten
Piece, told him, "Hold on, give me a second"
If I drop this pack on you
You better pay me quick
This charm alone, it cost a fit
Can't talk right now, that load came in
I'm kind of busy
Like my vibe with curves and pretty
Say you real, I know you cap
So you a walking contradiction
I got M's, I had ambition
Cougar ridin' with me
She thick just like she Deelishis
Got that stick inside my luggage when
I pull up inside the trenches

Yeah, I'm big Money
I'll pull up and pop out your OG
Fuckin' with them killers
They'll hop and step on you for free
Told her, "Quit all of that playing, baby
Why you teasing me?"
All my blicks got switches on 'em
So they empty easily
Went and got my weight up
Niggas think I'm taking creatine
Designer juggin'
I just served a nigga in Amiri jeans
Yeah, them shoes was Fear of God
But I swear ain't no fear in me
If I go today
My girl and kid gon' shed some tears for me
My niggas ain't never did no hair
But they might come and split your wig
My pops had told me, "Anything you do
Make sure you do it big"
So I went and got them zaza bags
And put 'em on the rig
We got pops and we got Dracs and
We got glizzies and some SIGs

Yeah, I'm big Money yeah, I'm big Money
Yeah, I'm big Money yeah, I'm big Money