BIG CHILLIN ft. Shang & JMoneyyy Lyrics

Big chillin

Drink sippin

Everybody talkin' but I don't like to listen

That's real, that's real, that's real, yeah

Big chillin

Drink sippin

Everybody talkin' but I don't like to listen

That's real, that's real, that's real, yeah

Every morning after I get irritable

My whole team driftin' red

Like we cheer for the Bulls

I just threw a fuckin' concert

Rock out like Pierce the Veil

Treat the weed like it's food

Need three meals til' I'm full

And I got five stars like I steal vehicles

And you know they rate high

Put they reviews in a bowl

Please don't come up in the party

You concealing a pole

Please don't come up in the party

You ain't really involved

In the corner arms crossed like you securing' the ball

But you ain't Barry Sanders runnin' shit

Not nearly at all

Aye back down, throw ya back out, throw that ass up

Laid back til' you act up then I'm an asshole

Talk shit til' you see me then you dap up

Parked whip, we just turned it to a matchbox

Uhhhhhhh

I'm feelin' stupid, hit that salsa

Bossed up

Up in the function, I'm Big Pharma

Where you from bruh? If it's local then I wanna

Sell you overpriced marijuana

Big chillin

Drink sippin

Got no sleep but I feel like a million, that's cash

Bro pullin' za's out the bag

Puff, puff, pass

Lungs burnin' like I ran some laps

Gone for the weekend I don't think I'm coming back

Out late night just like I forgot the trash

Askin' when I'm droppin' got em' itching like a rash

Call me grocery clerk cuz I got it in the bag

Livin' my best life, how the fuck could I be mad

How could I be mad when I got money on the way

Pull up to the club, I got bitches in my face

Red eyes in the Redeye, now I think we outer space

Worried bout a placement, you should really know your place

VIP section, guards chillin' by the gate

Life is like Monopoly, but no this ain't a game

Cartier vision, I see different through these frames

Big chillin

Drink sippin

Everybody talkin' but I don't like to listen

That's real, that's real, that's real, yeah

Lens in my face, prescription

Hell no, these is not Cartier

Cops at the door, ain't no party here

I was born with the swag

It ain't really fair

Like a sent back steak, bitch I'm too rare

If it ain't bout the bag, I don't really care

You don't fit in my circle, you too square

They just talk, I don't listen

That's too real, I'm too real