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quality control & marlo - big bag lyrics

[intro]
who made this beat?
twysted g*nius, baby
drank

[verse 1]
flood the block with the work, we tryna get it off
and the old heads say we too gangsta, that boy done popped your noggin
and that young n-gg- say he want beef, i ain’t quittin’ ’til i stop you (don’t stop)
they say you stashed the work in the car, mane, fast, pop, lock and drop ’em
thousand pounds of weed, we gettin’ b-tches so we missin’ the beat (okay)
n-gg-s still sellin’
f-ck with your boy, made a million out that honda accord (milli’)
shout out to tory, know real d-boys praise him like the lord (uh)
i was servin’ the block on tuesday and thursday, but 12 made life (sh-t)
with a dime and a brick, couldn’t take the water, he need a fishin’ rod (go fishin’)
country -ss n-gg-, they got me in my bag, n-gg- (in my bag)
drop, drop a 28 in 35 and call it glad, n-gg- (straight)

[chorus]
i got a big bag for the money, i’m like, “sh-t, yeah” (i’m like, “sh-t, yeah”)
my b-tch say i’m thuggin’, i’m like, “b-tch, yeah” (i’m like, “b-tch, yeah”)
any time she need some money, i’m like, “b-tch, here” (i’m like, “b-tch, here”)
give her a couple racks, her chanel match her nails, b-tch
i got a big bag for the money, i’m like, “sh-t, yeah” (i’m like, “sh-t, yeah”)
my b-tch say i’m thuggin’, i’m like, “b-tch, yeah” (i’m like, “b-tch, yeah”)
any time she need some money, i’m like, “b-tch, here” (i’m like, “b-tch, here”)
give her a couple racks, her chanel match her nails, b-tch

[verse 2]
he-he spend a little, i spend a lot on tryna whip a block
and young say it’s smoke with the opps, i tell ’em, “spin their block”
switch on all them glicks, n-gg-, we ain’t sparin’ not nan’ n-gg- (no, no)
and i remember i stacked up a hundred, felt like i had a million (racks)
it came from water whippin’ (whippin’)
jojo would wash the dishes (okay)
judo, baby dough and slim was right there in the kitchen (my bros)
and i don’t know how i did it (nah)
when i’m, when i’m cookin’ that work, n-gg-, i’m a real chemist (chemist)
n-gg-, don’t you forget it (ah)
on the west side, n-gg-, i made my stripes
in 9th ward, n-gg-, i sold my white (okay)
serve a half, whole, get caught with blow, you gotta roll them dices (roll ’em)
say that your dawg crossed you out for a b-tch, know that ain’t right
i’ve been livin’ that high life, gettin’ high off life (off life)

[outro]
i got a big bag for the money, i’m like, “sh-t, yeah”
my b-tch say i’m thuggin’, i’m like, “b-tch, yeah”
any time she need some money, i’m like, “b-tch, here”
give her a couple racks, her chanel match her nails, b-tch

- quality control marlo lyrics

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