Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Edwine Newman
Songwriter
Antoine Amari Reed
Songwriter
A. Dixson
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yea
Big money
Big money
Big money
Big money bussin like a blue chip
This is more than music
This is stake up in my company
Take you out Tahiti
Biweekly
Out to Ruth Chris
My bitch make the impossible
Look like she Kim Possible
How she ball
Like she ruthless
New whip slutty
That mean that bitch roofless
I can't hang with them niggas
Cause they nuisance
I'm out in Italy she don't speak no Spanish
But that sexy shit she fluent
Tell me where she flew in
From
If make money make her come
Then I'm thumbing through
10 million ones
And I'm coming through
Spain with dinero
She say pero baby claro might sprain ya thumb
Norf Side Of that Cackalack
Westside of that Muddaland
If you ask
Where a nigga from
Fuck all that chitter chat
Talk bout this and that
Baby sit that kitty kat
On a nigga tongue
Big money bussin like a blue chip
This is more than music
This is stake up in my company
Take you out Tahiti
Biweekly
Out to Ruth Chris
My bitch make the impossible
Look like she Kim Possible
How she ball
Like she ruthless
New whip slutty
That mean that bitch roofless
A glass of that Cabernet and a spliff
Throw on a movie
You can see that shit from the jacuzzi
Penthouse view me
Tesla SUV me
We bumping Bossanova
In the Range Rovers and Jeeps
Do you believe what you hear in the streets about me
Say, "he's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak"
Always got a bitch at the crib you won't keep
And he spent all his money on shrimp and good weed
Now you kick it how we kick it I doubt that you could do that
You wasn't there you need to vouch the fuck was you at
Big money bussin like a blue chip
This is more than music
This is stake up in my company
Take you out Tahiti
Biweekly
Out to Ruth Chris
My bitch make the impossible
Look she Kim Possible
How she ball
Like she ruthless
New whip slutty
That mean that bitch roofless
Fresh off the train
Looking for tree
Soon as I leave the station
Might hit the city
For the culture for appreciation
Uh, could tell you all about it
You might think that it's a lie
Cause it's some things I can't describe
You gotta see it with yo eyes
Get you this flight
You say, "Alright"
I say, "don't mention it", uh
Know I got limits
But my feelings for you infinite, Uh
You always say I do too much
But I'm not hearing it
You need to come and patch me up
You see my spirit hit
I let you in now you can see why I'm so bothered
Cause I had to use my ego as my armor
I ain't no local rapper bitch
I tooken this shit farther
Then them niggas in my city that I fathered
But I'm uh
Now you left me and you stuck again
But you knew he was a bum so I don't understand
But on the other hand you prolly better where you at
Cause I'm too busy tryna get my fuckin name up on the map
Holla at you when I'm done
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