Big Money (feat. Tray5knowz)

Big money: spend it when my fingers feel funny My niggas wipe your nose like it's runny We in the Sprinter van, but we not a running Send a couple hundred shots at ya tummy You a lame ass bitch And the niggas that you with be doin' the same lame shit Are you speakin' on the gang? We gone change that quick Take that pussy nigga brain, We gon' spray that shit You a killer, but you toting baby guns, dawg You don't want no smoke, you packin' baby blunts, dawg You on my block, you finna have to pay me funds, dawg When you see the Christmas lights, you better run, dawg Red beam, on my AK, on my Glock, a green beam Got your hoe, we don't want her, but she wanna see me Don't you leave your car unlocked, cause my lil' nigga scheming Jug a nigga, shade him, f*ck his girl because she scheming Ooh, yeah, she scheming Ooh, yeah, she screamin' I just wet your bitch, and then I left her for no reason Plus, I don't trust no hoe, so I don't even need a reason And that's the way I like it, f*ck nigga give me a reason Yeah, pop that nigga like a molly Yeah, can't find his way out the party Run through the back door, through the front door Shot the nigga so quick, ain't nobody even spot me Serving that dope like I'm serving your body Mm, I got you feeling your body Mm, I tore the tactical shotty Mm, I'm sending shots through the lobby Shells in the front, nigga, try me Money for Chanel, so my girl wanna ride me Lil' nigga play with my bands, we sliding Ain't no bell, send a shell when you hiding Ooh, ooh, yeah