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key glock - big big money lyrics

[intro]
mr. glock
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (get the bag, king wonka)

[verse 1]
money on my mind (phew, phew), n+gga, what the f+ck you thought? (thought)
hoppin’ out that maybach truck (phew, phew, phew), my pockets on rick ross (rick ross, skrrt)
i get it if i want it (phew, phew, phew), n+gga, don’t care about the cost (nah)
i’m married to the money, i had to put these hoes on pause, yeah (yeah)

[chorus]
big money (phew, phew, phew), n+gga, this how big money talk, yeah (money)
big money (phew, phew, phew), n+gga, this how big money walk, yeah (yeah)
big, big knots, n+gga, you know what i got, yeah (uh, yeah)
i’ma get guap, n+gga, ’til my heart stop (yeah)
and they put me in a box, i’m a n+gga with a lot (yeah, yeah, yeah)
heard you n+ggas with the cops, i just sit back, watch and plot (huh, yeah)
six figures on a watch (phew), sh+t, i could’ve bought a car (skrrt)
b+tch, my chain cost a truck (skrrt, skrrt), spend it like, i don’t give no f+ck (the f+ck)

[verse 2]
“glock, you always up to somethin'” (somethin’), b+tch, i’m havin’ money, money, yup (yup, yeah, yeah, yeah)
twenties, fifties, hundreds (phew, phew), i be thumbin’, thumbin’, thumbin’ (yeah)
big racks, paul bunyan, k!llin’ tracks, paul burrell
cl!ck+clack (fah, fah, fah), they all scared, no cap, these rappers nerds (yeah)
i’m sippin’ on some syrup (ooh), l’ma waste it on my shirt, uh (uh)
higher than a bird (bird), i park my benz right on the curb, uh (ooh)
i ain’t gotta flirt, i feed her d+ck until she burp (glizzock, yeah, yeah, yeah)
b+tch, she seen my pinky ring (yeah), and she d+mn near squirt, yeah (yeah)
big money (phew, phew, phew), n+gga, i see you lil’ n+ggas hurt, yeah
big money, n+gga, this sh+t got me goin’ berserk (yeah, yeah)
ayy, i just f+cked this b+tch so good (uh, phew), she had thought i popped a perc’ (yeah, yeah, uh)
i put a n+gga in a wood and turn a n+ggas to some merch (ayy, fah)
yeah, i got too dough, too much dough (phew, phew, phew), b+tches comin’ out they clothes (phew, phew, phew)
i do a show, count my dough, might f+ck a b+tch, then hit the road (yeah, yeah)
white rolls, yellow gold, diamonds talk, rosetta stone
three tone, money long, yeah, you know what’s goin’ on (glizock)
[chorus]
big money (phew, phew, phew), n+gga, this how big money talk, yeah (money)
big money (phew, phew, phew), n+gga, this how big money walk, yeah (yeah)
big, big knots, n+gga, you know what i got, yeah (uh, yeah)
i’ma get guap, n+gga, ’til my heart stop (yeah)
and they put me in a box, i’m a n+gga with a lot
heard you n+ggas with the cops, i just sit back, watch and plot
six figures on a watch (skrrt), sh+t, i could’ve bought a car
b+tch, my chain cost a truck (skrrt, skrrt), spend it like, i don’t give no f+ck (the f+ck)

[outro]
yeah
cutthroat la familia

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