B.I.G. Lyrics

(Quan on the track)

Big money, big money

Big body bag, we steady comin

Heavy duty, shooters movin' in

My wrist switch characters, Ben10

Dead friends, bank account

Holdin' a bunch of old dead men

Steakin' eggs in my fryin' pan

My kids gon' feel the 100 grand in they hands

Fast forward my presence, here's your advance

Fuck are you supposed to be

I'm cold blooded sqee, hallucination off medication

I'm turnt up, seein' things I can't believe

It's Halloween, and I'm puttin' up a fuckin' Christmas tree

Lookin' out the window for my enemies

It takes ten of you to make one of me

Cold blooded sqee, back in the booth

Layin' out the truth, tell you what I'm finna do

Cold blooded shit is all we do, fuck your truth

Truth, we in this bitch gettin' real rude

I'm a cool dude who gets real cruel

Pushed me over the edge, so now I'm comin' for you

Let's get this party started, came in with heavy pockets

It's not part of your process, makin' music recordings

Dressed up, black suit, red tie

I'm lookin' very important, makin' money endorsements

And still can't give you a portion

We got horses like it's Porsches

I'm still prayin', readin' the Bible

CEO is my title, and yes I got many rivals

But they end up suicidal, yeah

They end up suicidal

They end up suicidal

Big money, big money, big body bang

We steady comin

Heavy duty, shooters movin' in

My wrist switched characters

Ben10

Dead friends

Bank account

Holdin' a bunch of old dead men

Big money, big money, big body bang

We steady comin

Heavy duty, shooters movin' in

My wrist switched characters

Ben10

Dead friends

Bank account

Holdin' a bunch of old dead men

Big money, big money, big body bang

We steady comin

Heavy duty, shooters movin' in

My wrist switched characters

Ben10

Dead friends

Bank account

Holdin' a bunch of old dead men

Dead men, dead men, dead men, dead men, dead men