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full circle - big money lyrics

i smell money, can you smell that.
i smell money, can you smell that.
i smell money, can you smell that.

[chorus:]
(money) – big money’s all i know (iiiiieeeee).
daddy gucci steppin mami in giuseppe heels (giuseppe heels).
we flexin in a lexus yes we ride the finest wheels (yes).
i’m a boss what’s the cost we be cashin out (cashin out).
we tearin down the mall and baby we be maxin out.
b-b-big money’s all i know big money’s all i know.
big money’s all i know big money’s all i know.
(yung bash) – cashin out the bar coppin bottles of that mo (mo).
leave the club stuntin hit the block and get some mo big money.

[verse 1: yung bash]
you know my name n-gg-, and my occupation.
i got a bad b-tch, she asian and hatian.
she love mary jane, that purple cush she facin.
transportin b-tch, she know my reservation.
my goons ready and they all about them dead heads.
fake snitchin n-gg-s they gone they gone be a dead fed.
the hood waitin on some real n-gg-s to break bread.
i just wanna be successful like drake said.
these n-gg-s hatin cause my whip had operation.
the rims got bigger and it lost it’s education.
mami louis steppin you can say gu gu searchin.
and we on top of the green like a lawn service.

[chorus]

[verse 2: ricdezzy]
big money’s all i know you never seen fendi boots.
wrist lookin grey goose earrings absolute.
we f-ck with bossy b-tches we fly on private planes.
we racing raris and porsches we in the third lane.
mami foolin she got on giuseppe heels.
she say she like full circle cause we keep it real.
clique full of bosses love throwin dollar bills.
flood the club with dubs check out the water bill.
gettin money droppin racks that’s how we live life.
jesus piece sixty racks, i love christ.
you can’t tell me nothin my team bout to blow.
that’s how you think when big money’s all you know.

[chorus]

[verse 3: money]
daddy gucci steppin gs on the linen sheets.
lv sandalls through the sand off in venice beach.
we finna eat feelin greek i den blew lettuce.
just blew a couple stacks blame it on the shoe fettish.
it’s big money in the suites where them chiefs lay.
giuseppe heels match the hermes briefcase.
we too cool blue jewels like the ac.
avalanche through the diamond pendant on my kc.
i’m with costa nosta flyin up in costa rica.
mami keep the clutch bag when she tote the heater.
life is such a beast, you gotta tread for weeks.
in a all whey drop the top shreaded wheat.

[chorus]

[verse 4: grand marquise]
i’m so ready got me anxious i’m cuttin like a machete.
time to get this money honey stack dummies and get confetti.
giuseppe’s how she stepping, no workout but she be flexing.
pull up on the block in a lexus her house bigger than the jetsons.
she walkin in giuseppe heels my coup it walk with s-xy wheels.
coca cola exhaust pipes all black pepsi wheels.
hit the mall catch a stunt, match it out then max it out then match a blunt.
louder than a stereo it’s smelling like i bagged a skunk.
i’m fresh she fresh giuseppe’s all she know.
and black gucci boots for when i’m steppin in the snow.
try me if you wanna meet this black boretta.
naw it ain’t a be be gun this b-tch a blast through leather.
wrist is still sunny and my whip is milk and honey big money.

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