B I G Lyrics

You know, you know, you know

You know, you know, you know

You know, you know, you know

Who that is

Catch me in the VIP, bitches on my T.I.P

Guapaholic Caker, I'm about to do it B.I.G

Catch me in the VIP, bitches on my T.I.P

Guapaholic Caker, I'm about to do it B.I.G

20, 50, 100's, make these bitches act a fool mane

Money, money, money, make a nigga hate on you mane

20, 50, 100's, make these bitches act a fool mane

Money, money, money, make a nigga hate on you mane

Outter space, ballin

Welcome to the star fleet

Please don't stare, take a picture like an art thief

Rap game nervous, I hear them niggas heartbeat

So I take shots at em, now they think the bar cheap

No my verses aren't cheap, you can go to Hades

Want some free, no, bitch, you pay me

Niggas keep on biting me, I hope they don't have rabies

Oral sex, phobia, they're too scared to face me

Nigga, you can hate me, but you cannot stop this

Purple keep me high like we grow it in the cockpit

Look me in my eyes, look like I need some chopsticks

It boggles my mind, how the 9 and the knot fit

Neatly in my pants, that song down to my knees

Can I buy a vowel? I do this shit with ease

To the niggas sayin' bow, get off my N.U.T.s

Best believe it's going down, but do not bite it, please

Catch me in the VIP, bitches on my T.I.P

Guapaholic Caker, I'm about to do it B.I.G

Catch me in the VIP, bitches on my T.I.P

Guapaholic Caker, I'm about to do it B.I.G

20, 50, 100's, make these bitches act a fool mane

Money, money, money, make a nigga hate on you mane

20, 50, 100's, make these bitches act a fool mane

Money, money, money, make a nigga hate on you mane

I been on the cool lately, man, you should be gratuitous

Bitch, I keep that hammer on my side like I'm spooning it

You don't wanna die, duck and hide if I'm shooting it

Big ole 45, but that 9 is the stupidest

If this is a race, then I'm Rez on the track meet

Yes, I know I ball, but nobody can pass me

If you think you ready, then come and holla at me

A got damn mummy, can't out-rap me, get at me

R-E-Z gets it in like the penile

And I call shots like the Glock on speed dial

If a nigga trip, I'ma have to hit the redial

Black clothes, case closed, yo mama in denial

Chucho Heyzeus, Reuben McCon

Bitch, you couldn't be me if you signed with Lil John

Shout out to my haters, of you all I'm very fond

But you better think fast, Ramadan, bitch

Catch me in the VIP, bitches on my T.I.P

Guapaholic Caker, I'm about to do it B.I.G

Catch me in the VIP, bitches on my T.I.P

Guapaholic Caker, I'm about to do it B.I.G

20, 50, 100's, make these bitches act a fool mane

Money, money, money, make a nigga hate on you mane

20, 50, 100's, make these bitches act a fool mane

Money, money, money, make a nigga hate on you mane

I'ma do it B.I., I'ma do it B.I.G

I'ma do it B.I., I'ma do it B.I.G

I'ma do it B.I., I'ma do it B.I.G

I'ma do it B.I., I'ma do it B.I.G

I'ma do it B.I., I'ma do it B.I.G

I'ma do it B.I., I'ma do it B.I.G

I'ma do it B.I., I'ma do it B.I.G

I'ma do it B.I., I'ma do it B.I.G

Catch me in the VIP, bitches on my T.I.P

Guapaholic Caker, I'm about to do it B.I.G

Catch me in the VIP, bitches on my T.I.P

Guapaholic Caker, I'm about to do it B.I.G

20, 50, 100's, make these bitches act a fool mane

Money, money, money, make a nigga hate on you mane

20, 50, 100's, make these bitches act a fool mane

Money, money, money, make a nigga hate on you mane