Mr Big Shot

Got work by the boatload, come and cop a dozen We ain't servin' nobody if you ain't got a

Hundred on that road to success I see million dollar budgets, so the broke

Niggas and broke hoes won't cut it Throw up the deuces one time, finna chuck

It I got my deuce on my belt and my buckle

When I step in Louis V, it's all trouble See the stick pokin' out the ball manes

Don't touch it, count a chicken gettin' paper what my mind on

I can't kick it with no lames, I meet all pros I can count a quarter ticket with my eyes closed

Need my chain fully glistened, I know rhinestones And that wrist doin' tricks, it left my mind blown

Should I go playin' Patek or a bus down? I'm too wavy, I can turn a digi to some paper

This shit crazy, when they backstab tryna play you