Big Money (C4 Remix) (C4 Remix|Explicit)

Big Money (C4 Remix) - DJ Drama/Lil Uzi Vert/Rich Homie Quan/Skeme

Talkin' big money boy it come in thousands

Trap house bunkin' j's runnin' out it

DJ drama

Talkin' big money boy it come in thousands

Trap house bunkin' js runnin' out it

Twelve saw me comin' double back for me

I supply my neighbor cul de sac money

Whatchu talm bout quan cul de sac money

Make so much that twelve double back for me

All I stack are dead men run it back for me

Like a daddy cul de sac money

Money comin' faster b**ches gettin' thicker

Watchin' over my back cause niggas get quicker

Got some bubblegum and hard d**k for his sister

'Cause food stamps is all she get from the system

She like f**k them niggas but

They can't do this sh*it for her

What your issue you make Nathan off this comma

Blazin' off this *** while standin'

In this circle

Slangin' to your momma while Stefan

Geeked on urkeland that

Cul de sac still fool me

That cul de sac never sleep

In that cul de sac we movin'

Ain't nothin' get past me

And I stop cross call it short stop

You talk small call it short guap

I eat beef like a pork chop

What you talkin' bout n***a cul de sac

Talkin'big money boy it come in thousands

Trap house bunkin' js runnin' out it

Twelve saw me comin' double back for me

I supply my neighbor cul de sac money

My b**ch she just be from london

She ain't pronouncin' nothin'

Yeah we can work on the stove top

Turn a little to somethin'

Met a little b**ch she lit me up

And found out it was the 3rd cousin

Met a little b**ch she let me up

And found out it was the 3rd cousin

Know a couple niggas in some

F**ked up situations

Gettin' 40 60 change your occupation

Got a couple riders with me harley davidson

Coulda had three of 'em

But turned to eight of'em

Models b**ches with a zero

Tapin' bricks to her stomach just

To add a little weight on 'em

Niggas dyin' left and right like my head

Know in the trap be a man for the bands

Call my older brother top uh

Grind ran on you with number nine uh

Little brother he servin' time

I just hope he don't even lose his mind

I ain't the richest but I'm in line

Speakin' of lines my girl sniffin' lines

Then line after line got product like designs

And you catch a dime got six in the clip

Talkin' big money boy it come in thousands

Trap house bunkin' js runnin' out it

Twelve saw me comin' double back for me

Like a dead end cul de sac money

Hold on dollar signs on commas

On mother f**kin' commas

This cannon on me now lil n***a

You do not want this drama

I need that cash that fetti that lucci

Need my retribution or else

We start shootin'

Them choppers go off make

Your block sound like new

Yearss O X gang I do not need a new

Pair hold upi done put stacks

In the holes in my walls

If you touch 'em with cinnamon

It's holes in your face

Psa for all you P***y ass niggas who hate

Get off my d**k and go get the cake

I got my hand on the grain and

My foot on the gas

I have no use for a break

I feel like Michael

Corleone with the graves

I feel like jj right after the bay

Better watch what you say bout me

Cause I keep gunners around hoe play bout me

Niggas phony tryna act like

We homies but barely know me

If you don't want the money then boy

You ain't around me

Ain't nothin' fake about me

I put killers on they feet

Down to spray 'bout me

We poppin' tags but them niggas pop sh**

We gon' pop in these mags let the ak scream

Talkin' big money boy it come in thousands

Trap house bunkin' js runnin' out it

Twelve saw me comin' double back for me

I supply my neighbor cul de sac money

Whatchu talm bout quan cul de sac money

Make so much that twelve double back for me

All I stack are dead men

Run it back for me

Like a daddy cul de sac money