Big Amount (feat. Drake)

I'ma tell you, I'ma tell you this right now

If you, if you woke up this mornin', nigga you winnin' for real

(Buddha Bless this beat)

I got a big amount, I took a different route

I am the pick of the litter

I was in juvy, they gave me community

I had to pick up some litter

I want it easy, please do not tease me

I wore my Yeezys to dinner

This is the season, I got the seasonin'

Don't make me sprinkle you niggas

I got my reasons, you wanna please me

Send me the pussy, not pictures

Met her this week and fucked her this evenin'

She turn a freak on the liquor

Yeah, I am a boss on these bitches

Yeah, I pour some Voss on these bitches

Yeah, I have no thoughts on these bitches

Yeah, rock Double Cross on these bitches, yeah

Dearly departed, gather today

On some Prince shit

You know what they say

Me and my safe, got a friendship

Ten on me, thin weight, flip weight, gettin' paid

Gettin' laid

Bitch made, took off sick days

6 trey, 6-4 bounce, bitch, bounce

Hood nigga, favorite spot was the Waffle House

Patty melt with the hash browns

Tryna avoid all the pat downs

Tryna avoid all the lame hoes

Weirdos in the background

Black out when I back out

Blow the horn for a pedestrian

Shawty ride like an equestrian

I bought the dress that she in

Red bottoms in his and hers

Got a Rollie in his and hers

Got a car in his and hers

Walk in the zoo and say, "Pick a fur"

Last night was a blur to me

This mornin' I got two with me

I don't know what to do with me

Goin' ape like the zoo with me

Got a tool with the screw missin'

Two girls in the pool kissin'

Everywhere I go, the rod with me

'Cause these niggas actin' too fishy

Fuck y'all niggas on, man?

Duffle bag forever

Just left V Live

Atlanta could never die as long as Tit alive

Yeah

Look, I got a big amount

I think I'm the biggest out

Got hits and I ain't even put 'em out

Lit and you can't even put it out

Got the Billboard melodies

Rap is somethin' I do on the side

Crossed over to the other side

And I didn't even have to die

Got the money and I never show it

Let a nigga try to play heroic

Michael Jackson talkin' to me in my dreams

And he say, "You bad and you know it"

Better shamone with my check then

I'm a J. Prince investment

Niggas love to talk reckless

Then see me like best friends

Got the sand-colored FN

And I've never seen the inside of a Marriott or a Westin

Five stars, nothin' less than

Fuck niggas on your payroll

And you let 'em know the safe code

And you knew him for a month though

But you call them niggas big bro

You could move in the Hidden Hills

And we still don't live by the same code

I'm respected everywhere I go

Nigga, long live Bankroll

Skip the rainbow, funny style shit

And it's straight to the pot of gold

Somebody, everybody know

6 God with the god flow

Yeah, yeah