Big B's (feat. Young Thug)

[Young Thug]

Ha, big business

Like the opp say big business, you know what I'm saying, fucks

Yeah, now watch me

Handful of hundreds, real big Bentley

Hublot, nigga, get some business

Whole lotta hoes, nigga, get your women, heh

Stuff 'er with the pole, come and get your women, nigga

Big business, talk shit, Wendy Williams, ooh

Catch 'em at the club sipping

Fuck around they missing, hold on (swoop), hold on

Big pimping, iced out my crew now my mission complete

Pimp C, I ain't doing that, I'ma fuck her on the sheets, yeah

And all my niggas loyal like Bun B, hold on

Fuck you thought? YSL till we d-I-e, hold on, hold on, hol' on

Fuck around and set the bitch off like Queen Latifah

Hold on, hold on, yeah, going all out 'bout my dog like Scooby-ee

And a nigga trap door swinging like busy bee, woah (Busy bee)

Outdated temporary tag on a Bentley B (Bentley B)

Two tone wire bag, double R, park it on the streets, yeah, hold on

Two tone wire bag, big tires tear up the streets, rwar

Looking at your kid, I might be the papi (sheesh)

65 pointers in the Cuban sheesh (damn, woah, sheesh)

Diamonds on the backside tearing up my skin, sheesh

Uh, your old man tryna do it like me, sheesh

Make a nigga bitch tap out

Then put 24’s on a real big body

Bitch said nigga need to stop got 100 racks on me

Can't fit in my pocket

I'm a street nigga, I'ma eat me some soup

I'ma let my bitch eat pasta (eat that, hoe)

Told y'all niggas ain't stopping

Black card in my wallet, I'ma feed my partner

I was at one of my shows feeling like Cam'ron with the pink Margielas

We was tryna beat a murder capital, riding around the town with the pink Beretta

When I got in touch with the money, me and shawty fucked around and filled my schedule

Momma just sent me a picture got Indian in my family through my God damn nana

Young nigga fucked 'round, dropped out school, learned it all through the ID channel

Young nigga fucked around and ran out of bullets in the. 40, got to get a banana

These young niggas go brazy, done got that money, they still might pop

So many blue faces on me right now, young nigga still gamble

35 racks for the factories, I steal mammals

I ain't no rapper nigga, I geolog'

I'm a big dog, no pedigree, I eat racks

Boomerang your bitch sweet, she coming back

[Quavo]

Quavo, can I talk my shit to 'em? (shit)

Morri, yeah, trappin' the birds, ravers (ravers), no Cory (no)

Spendin' that cash what you savin' (woo), true story (cash)

I got some newborn babies (woo) in storage, yeah

I got the pies, roaches and flies, close your eyes

Came from the nawf, I got the Ms movin' the sky (Ms)

I got the Ps, you need the keys in the archive

We from the jungle, you niggas too humble, you couldn't survive (jungle)

Carter tags, ayy (twelve), built to blast, ayy (baow)

Take a splash, bae (splash), all ass, bae (woo)

Built to last bae (yeah, yeah)

Look at my wrist, ice, all glass, ayy (ice)

She gon' do that task for that bag (she do it, yeah)

I'ma take that pot, then I spaz (woo, whip it)

Momma say she's spoiled and she sassy (woo)

Fuck it, I'ma fuck it on the dash

Niggas ain't eat, call it fastin' (no way)

Number one Huncho, everlasting (everlasting)

Pinky ring yellow like a taxi (shine, shine)

Don't call my phone, yeah, the boy, he taxin' (yeah, brr)