Young Thug, Chance The Rapper - Big B'sYoung Thug lyrics

Hah, big business
Like the opps say big business, you
Know what I'm saying, fucks, hahaha
Yeah, now watch me

Handful of hundreds, real big Bentley
Hublot, nigga, get some business
Whole lotta hoes, nigga, get your women, huh
Stuff 'er with the pole, come
And get your women, nigga
Big business, talk shit Wendy Williams, ooh
Catch 'em at the club sipping
Fuck around, now you missing, hold on
(Swoop) , hold on
Big pimping, iced out my crew
Now my mission complete, huh
Pimp C, I ain't doing that, I'ma
Fuck her on the sheets, yeah, huh
And all my niggas loyal like Bun B, hold on
Fuck you thought? YSL 'til we
D-i-e, hold on, hold on, hol' on
Fuck around and set the bitch off like
Queen Latifah, hold on, hold on, yeah
Going all out 'bout my dog like Scooby-ee
Huh
And a nigga trap door swinging like busy bee
Woah (Busy bee)
Outdated temporary tag on a Bentley B
(Bentley B)
Two-tone wire bag, double R, park
It on the streets, yeah, hold on
Two-tone wire bag, big tires
Tear up the streets, rwar
Looking at your kid, I might be the papi
(Sheesh)
Sixty-five pointers in the Cuban, sheesh
(Damn, woo, sheesh)
Diamonds on the backside tearing up my skin
Sheesh
Uh, your old man tryna do it like me (Sheesh)

Please, please
Treat me like you know who I am
Please, please, bitch, I know who I am, uh

I got money on my card
Put some money on they books, that's a yard
I declare war on the beast for my God, sheesh
Gross 3 mil' off the new hat
If I could go back, I'd make a "2" cap
Love me in my city like Cusack
Get a little beat and I'll loop that
Get a little money, I'll oop that
Split it with my niggas in the group chat
Left for a minute then I flew back
Had to ask Bruce, "Where the truth at?"
Had to ask Rahm, "Where the truth at?"
Now I can't ride with the roof back
Tell 'em I don't play around
With other people's kids
Got an office in the steakhouse
Gotta bid for the ribs
Got a meeting at the Ritz
Gave a crib to my rib
'Cause she leaving where I live but
I see her in a min'
Got a Michael prayer card for the good luck
Ayy bra push up when I pull up, ayy
Got a little money from the tour, yeah
Spend it all on baby pull-ups, ayy
Big old Bentley
Bitch I mix the Henny with the Simply
Lemonade exterior, Lorenzos under Bentleys
Put you in the friend zone if
You start acting too friendly
Bought a baby Benzo and some
Kenzo just for Kensli
Wake up real early but I eat late
Go and hit the streets with that briefcase
Time to shake down another cheapskate
You could tell he's lying, cheesecake, uh

Make a nigga bitch tap out
Then put 24's on a real big body
Bitch-ass nigga need to stop it
Got a hundred racks on me
Can't fit in my pocket
I'm a street nigga, I'ma eat me some soup
I'ma let my bitch eat pasta (Eat that, ho)
Told y'all niggas I ain't stopping
Black card in my wallet, I'ma feed my partner
(Feed partner)
I was at one of my shows feeling
Like Cam'ron with the pink Margielas
(Margielas)
We was tryna beat a murder capital
Riding 'round the town with the pink Beretta
(Beretta)
When I got in touch with the money
Me and shawty fucked around
And filled my schedule (My schedule)
Mama just sent me a picture
Got Indian in my family
Through my goddamn nana (Through my nana)
Young nigga fucked 'round
Dropped out school
Learned it all through the ID channel
('D channel)
Young nigga fucked around and ran out
Of bullets in the 40, gotta get a banana
(Banana) these young niggas go brazy
Done got that money, they still might pop
(Brrat) so many blue faces on me right now
Young nigga still gamble
Thirty-five racks for the factories
I steal mammals, sheesh
I ain't no rat but, nigga, I cheese up
I'm a big dog, no Pedigree, I eat racks
Boomerang your bitch, swee, she coming back

Please, please
Treat me like you know who I am
Please, please, bitch, I know who I am, uh