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tone mula - big amount (remix) [dj version] lyrics

[intro: dj ced]
big amount
i swear we the realest out!
dj ced man
mula gang
you already know what time it is man
we ready turn the streets up
shout out to all the supporters
and most of all shout out to all them f+ck ass haters
ya, feel me!
turn up!

[verse 1: tone mula]
i want a big amount
i think i’m the realest out
stop that tuff sh+t you talking about
you ain’t bout it so lil n+gga knock it out
say they got it but these n+ggas in a drought
hit her once now she telling me don’t pull out
ima win i’m on top that’s without a doubt
say they out here but these n…

i want a big amount
i think i’m the realest out
stop that tuff sh+t you talking about
you ain’t bout it so lil n+gga knock it out
say they got it but these n+ggas in a drought
hit her once, now she telling me don’t pull out
ima win i’m on top that’s without a doubt
say they out here but these n+ggas hiding out
i want a lot of cash
i’m flexing see why they mad
when you down that’s when they be glad
don’t trust none of these hoes
cause these b+tches trash
bro t driving we out here we doing the dash
yeah i run to the cake like a n+gga flash
don’t leave yo b+tch round cause i hit and pass
don’t tweak with the gang n+gga ain’t no pass
say they can make it without me
bullet so hot burn yo ass like some coffee
shorty she love me she tripping like hockey
i got the lock to yo girl like a house key
pocket they fat like they peewee
she suck my d+ck get it wet like its kiwi
i know these n+ggas out here wanna be me
but i swear i don’t see comp like i’m stevie
feel like mj n+gga, yea i’m the 3 peat
run to the money i’m dancing like bro lee
she wanna cuff but you know i’m staying low key
this ain’t facebook n+gga you will not poke me
when i pop out i swear all these hoes know me
n+ggas spread rumors man n+ggas they blow me
put a hole in em i bless em no holy
feel like i’m future i won me a trophy
did all these favors i swear that they owe me
mg we ball, b+tch we ball like we kobe
call these hoes kermit the frog cause they nosy
my n+ggas hungry attack like coyotes
hu
cause i am a beast on these b+tches
hu
i go to feast on these n+ggas
hu
you ain’t a real one
you ain’t a real one
you can not eat with a n+gga
money grow long like goatee on these n+ggas
he want a verse i’ma need all them figures
she wanna f+ck then proceed with my zipper
f+ck all that talking don’t need all that chitter’
shorty get freaky when she off the liquor
call up bro t he gone squeeze all them triggers
follow the team but i’m not talking twitter
he said he sick but lil n+gga i’m iller uh

[interlude: nsb bandz & tone mula]
yeah, yeah, yeah
aye, aye, aye
haha
aye bandz?
what up shawn doe!
hu
mula gang sh+t!
hu

[verse 2: nsb bandz]
you can’t afford this (goddam)
my wrist is so gorgeous (yuh)
like i got a fortune (yuh)
i’m talking all portions (aye)
my sh+t be so foreign(yuh)
this money keep pouring(yuh)
got a 4 b+tch i’m pouring(aye)
got that 9 n+ggas pouring
p+ssy n+ggas always say they popping
they be on that f+ck sh+t
(yuh, yuh)
call my gang up they gone catch somebodies
run up on em they gone bust quick(godd+mn)
gun up on em we gone dust them
everybody say they catching bodies
n+ggas stupid y’all ain’t catching bodies
if you k!ll somebody you don’t tell n0body

[verse 3: nsb shawn]
call me lil shawn doe
b+tch, i am the trap lord (i am the trap lord)
they ask who i do it for?
balling like rubin
yea without a backboard
my money got longer
my speaker got loader
what i gotta lie for? (what i gotta lie for)
(yea)
shawty be playing games
some like a chessboard (some like a chessboard)
(yea)
i need the money
i’m talking big amount (i’m talking big amount)
feel like i’m chief keef (what)
because i’ma make it count (i’m gonna make it count)
i get her wet (wet)
some like a water fountain(some like a water fountain)
got all this money
get mad when i miss count(get mad when i miss count)
i be so fly like i’m superman (what)
but i can not save a hoe (i cannot save a lil b+tch)
but either way i ‘ma make a band
that’s just the way it go (that’s just the way it go)
these n+ggas fake like a transplant (yeah)
so i had to let em’ go (so i had to let em’ go)
feel like i’m gucci man (gucci)
cause i’m with the cash flow
(what)
i’m stacking these 50’s these 100’s
these n+ggas know just how we coming
(yea)
got a bad b+tch out in london
shawty she know how i’m coming (she know how we coming)
i play that b+tch like a trumpet
left her ass up in that dungeon (left her ass up in that dungeon)
these n+ggas mad that i’m stunting
i got hoes by the dozen(i got hoes by the dozen)
n+ggas be talking that sh+t
till i pull up & blow that b+tch up like a fart
i would let the chopper hit you up
and it bulls+eye just like a d+mn dart (dart)
shawty be sucking my d+ck
give me brain cause i know that lil shorty was smart
all my n+ggas with the sh+ts they’ll pull up
and paint that sh+t up like some art
bro t be toting the k
he on that block every day (he on that block every day)
mula would f+ck on ya b+tch
then send her back the next day (you can have that b+tch back)
my n+gga kee he with the sh+ts
i swear that n+gga don’t play
(nah)
but we all just tryna get rich
we do not care what ya say
(uh, uh)
aye!

- tone mula lyrics

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