Big Amounts ft. GUTTA & Styles Savage Lyrics

Do you love me?

I'm not gon' prove it today

Yeah

Big amounts, split it down, give my baby some

I could be broke as hell won't panic, I got paper coming

She switched sides and lay with opps it got her moving funny

Just fucked a old head, broke her back now I got cougar money

Niggas always talk to pillows, but ain't doing nothing

Don't ask the town who run the city, they know JIDDY run it

I told that boy go check the stats, I told him check the numbers

Every day I wake up lit, every day I'm humble

All my exes counted me out, now they see they fumbled

Had to sign off on that song but I made it double

Told 'em "fuck with me", They don't fuck with me, then fuck 'em

Its a marathon out here, Nipsey made me hustle

Bro keep one you know its tucked, call him D-Lo Russell

She said she gave me all of her, but I still don't trust her

Ed Hardy trucker hat, but I ain't no trucker

Niggas can't keep up with Jidd, tell 'em switch they hustle

Need a crib right by the lake that's why I'm working doubles

I got strikers on a strike, I don't gotta touch you

She keep writing me she miss me but it just was fuck you

Toxic shit, I'm toxic too, you know I'm still gon fuck you

Big amounts, split it down, give my baby some

I could be broke as hell won't panic, I got paper coming

She switched sides and lay with opps it got her moving funny

Just fucked a old head, broke her back now I got cougar money

Niggas always talk to pillows, but ain't doing nothing

Don't ask the town who run the city, they know JIDDY run it

I told that boy go check the stats, I told him check the numbers

Every day I wake up lit, every day I'm humble