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Big Money (C4 Remix) feat. Rich Homie Quan, Skeme and Lil Uzi Vert

DJ Drama | Listen to DJ Dramas New Remix | Big Money feat. Rich Homie Quan, Skeme and Lil Uzi Vert

DJ Drama - C4 Remix




Lyrics



[Intro: Rich Homie Quan] Talkin' big money, boy it come in thousands Trap house bunkin', J's runnin' out it Rich Homie baby! (DJ Drama!) [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] Talkin' big money, boy it come in thousands Trap house bunkin', Js runnin' out it Twelve saw me comin', double back for me I supply my neighbor cul-de-sac money (Whatchu talm bout Quan?) Cul-de-sac money Make so much that twelve double back for me All I stack are dead men, run it back for me Like a daddy, cul-de-sac money [Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan] Money comin' faster, bitches gettin' thicker Watchin' over my back cause niggas get quicker Got some bubblegum and hard dick for his sister Cause food stamps is all she get from the system She like fuck them niggas but they can't do this shit for her What your issue? You make nathan off this comma Blazin' off this ganja while standin' in this circle Slangin' to your momma, while Stefan geeked on Urkel And that cul-de-sac still fool me That cul-de-sac never sleep In that cul-de-sac we movin' Ain't nothin' get past me And I stop cross, call it short stop You talk small, call it short guap I eat beef like a pork chop What you talkin' bout nigga? Cul-de-sac [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] Talkin' big money, boy it come in thousands Trap house bunkin', Js runnin' out it Twelve saw me comin', double back for me I supply my neighbor cul-de-sac money [Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] My bitch she just be from London She ain't pronouncin' nothin' Yeah we can work on the stove top Turn a little to somethin' Met a little bitch, she lit me up And found out it was the 3rd cousin Met a little bitch, she let me up And found out it was the 3rd cousin Know a couple niggas in some fucked up situations Gettin' 40%/60%, change your occupation Got a couple riders with me, Harley Davidson Coulda had three of 'em but turned to eight of 'em Models bitches with a zero Tapin' bricks to her stomach just to add a little weight on 'em Niggas dyin' left and right like my head Know in the trap be a man for the bands Call my older brother Top, uh Grind ran on you with number nine, uh Little brother, he servin' time I just hope he don't even lose his mind I ain't the richest but I'm in line Speakin' of lines, my girl sniffin' lines Then line after line, got product like designs And you catch a dime, got six in the clip [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] Talkin' big money, boy it come in thousands Trap house bunkin', Js runnin' out it Twelve saw me comin', double back for me Like a dead end, cul-de-sac money [Verse 3: Skeme] Hold on, dollar signs on commas, on motherfuckin' commas This cannon on me now, lil nigga you do not want this drama I need that cash, that fetti, that lucci Need my retribution or else we start shootin' Them choppers go off, make your block sound like New Years S O X gang, I do not need a new pair, hold up I done put stacks in the holes in my walls If you touch 'em with cinnamon, it's holes in your face PSA for all you pussy ass niggas who hate Get off my dick and go get the cake I got my hand on the grain and my foot on the gas I have no use for a break I feel like Michael Corleone with the graves I feel like JJ right after the bay Better watch what you say bout me Cause I keep gunners around, hoe play bout me Niggas phony, tryna act like we homies but barely know me If you don't want the money then boy you ain't around me Ain't nothin' fake about me I put killers on they feet, down to spray 'bout me We poppin' tags but them niggas pop shit We gon' pop in these mags, let the AK scream [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] Talkin' big money, boy it come in thousands Trap house bunkin', Js runnin' out it Twelve saw me comin', double back for me I supply my neighbor cul-de-sac money (Whatchu talm bout Quan?) Cul-de-sac money Make so much that twelve double back for me All I stack are dead men, run it back for me Like a daddy, cul-de-sac money

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