I'm the big homie now
Don't forget that
I'm the big homie now
I got my spunk, Louie Vuitton
Truck in the front what're you doing
I look so good, don't call me up
She wanna suck it's in a Buick
I pull it up, they wanna fuck
We gon get high, what're we doing
I got some perk, I got a crown
I got a crib, they gon' get to it
I got a semi, I got a Draco
Protect my family, straight outta ClayCo
Thought I was sweet, just like a Faygo
But I had killers, all on my payroll
Watch how I move, just like a Rayon
64 Chainz, just like a Crayon
Put it on my dick told it to stay on
I had a paper tag, on three on
I had to talk drop with the freeons
I say duce one like Deion
I go bruce wayne on you peons
Shit i fuck wit da falcon troops (Tru)
Had more sacks than a lineman
I shoulda got a hiesman too, nigga
Shit where they hikin' at
Check like a nike hat
I got the midas pack uh
Told da bitch quiet relax uh
I got my hoe in the other line
Im not bipolar but borderline
I just might switch lanes go back get fried thats all she want hot wings
Bitches is fuckin' for hot wings
Bitches fuckin' for american deli
Bitches fuckin' for some eye cream
She just want her hot twenty piece
All flats with the lemon pepper
I was the first one to put her in first class
Bitch get your shit together
Bitch ain't never flown before
Been trying to come through security with some tennis shoes on, hoe
Take the shit off bitch
Big Big boss music
Big boss music
Big boss, big big boss music
You better get used to it, ain't not falling off
Nigga gon straight though, you better get used to it
I need a raise I ain't taking pay cuts
You better get used to it
Hundred for a verse, hundred for a show
You better get used to it
I'm all about the bag, no need to brag
Ring cost a Jag, dressed to the back like a shag