T.Cooke

Big Bills (feat. Pretty Savage & Young Crazy)

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Sheesh Sheesh Yeah Yeah look Shorty a savage no Riri, her ass I palm it like Keke I told her give me that toot toot, she back it up it go beep beep On my shoes I spent like 300, got me feeling just like Chief Keef Showing her twins just like Ying Yang, when she get low it might skeet skeet She wanna go all the way to the top floor, cause she know it's a penthouse I told her she need a series on Netflix, cause she got a big mouth Big house, and it came with a gym in it so her body in tip-top Big wheel, big chain, big grill, yeah I got a big amount The pack is so loud they can't hear me out Flooded my wrist, while they in a drought She driving the boat ain't no scenic route If you niggas want beef go to In-N-Out I'm pushing the coupe it's a 2-door Rollie wrist and it's two-toned Money taller than Manute Bol Hit it out the park like I'm Pujols Spent yo car note on my wrist Spent yo house note on my kicks Spent yo student loan on my whip Spent yo whole rent on this fit Big Bills (Huh) We only talking big bills (Huh) If you ain't talking Big Bills, then scatter on nigga we don't need ya Acres on acres on acres on big hills, the type of vibes I need so I'm taxing on features Shit, probably cut deals bout the paper I'm heavy on the balling like I drill with the Lakers Never needed validation cause I'm chill on the haters And he lowkey quiet but I chill with a taker, don't get took out Y'all be trusting these niggas where she at see what he booked bout I don't got friends, they don't got me, but I love ya No questions I got you, ima look out (On God) I just be minding my business, these bitches aint popping they fried like chicken (On God) Can a fool lift the nine, if a dime get missing no bap, get you tapped no lines 12 fishing Get money get right and get left, big bills, big ballers, no pressure we stuck And we shoot for the win every time with no help, what you make in a day I can bank on myself Call me Chase cause I wake up chasing that loot, big high bitch I bake up bitches like you No lie nigga shake up waiting in rooms, I don't mind what they say cause my savings on full Spent yo car note on my wrist Spent yo house note on my kicks Spent yo student loan on my whip Spent yo whole rent on this fit Big bills (Huh) We only talking big bills (Huh) Having more chicken than Hooters, bitches want the sauce You saving up for shit that I just bought, I ain't even know what it cost Aye why the hell lil shorty think I want her cause the way she twerk? Girl you can not be bad and you broke, that's not the way it work I can pay my own bills and yours, if i ain't getting money I'm bored Nigga talking bout beef I ignore it, I'll pull some shit out the backpack like Dora Aye why is he speaking my name and he poor? I don't mean to be rude and shit Got the hammer in my pants I'm too legit, don't make me put it in yo face like a groupie bitch But back to lil shorty she talking bout love yeah that's where she lost me If it ain't about the money that shit not gone work like machines that be making the frosty But you can have hope baby, but this shit ain't no joke baby I can have 20 grand in my pocket, you ask me for something ima tell you I'm broke baby (But I spent yo) Spent yo car note on my wrist (Yeah yeah) Spent yo house note on my kicks (What?) Spent yo student loan on my whip (Aye) Spent yo whole rent on this fit (Crazo Damn) Big bills (huh) We only talking big bills (Huh)
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