(Diego)
[R3 Da Chilliman]
I'm Big Money 3, so I'm with big booty bitches
I'm floatin' off a 10, he keep fives, I got switches
Beatin' it from the front, my chain smack her in the face
Five hundred for an ounce, broke nigga wish you knew how this taste
Every time my bitch pick up my chain, she playin' in snow, nigga
Your bitch mad 'cause you broke, go get some dope, go hit the road, nigga
If you want some smoke, just say, "Hike," and we gon' blitz somethin'
Baby want a body, she a hottie, I might trick on her
[R3 Da Chilliman]
Million-dollar nigga, that's with and without the chain on
Bitch know I'm a baller, shot caller, got all my rings on
Floatin' off Wock' and RPs, you don't do that
Bitch, your nigga broke with fake diamonds, but you knew that
I go Dior crazy, but I'm only rockin' the B30s
Drop a nigga, this gun a souvenir, this Glock 30
With this Cartier, I'm gettin' real money, I know you see it
Her ass fat, the doctor did his thing, I can't believe it (Ooh-wee)
Niggas know that I'm the youngest rich nigga 'round my way
And they know I'm still in the street purchasing K's
Junkie, junkie, walk around my house like, "Where my lean at?"
Heard them niggas said they want war, but they don't mean that
I know your last nigga was playin', but, baby, I got choppers
Hittin' it on the balcony out the country like fuck who watches
Niggas can't do shit but hate, 'cause, bitch, you know the gang on
Baby get whatever, 'cause, bitch, you know my pape' long
[R3 Da Chilliman & KARRAHBOOO]
I'm Big Money 3, so I'm with big booty bitches
I'm floatin' off a 10, he keep fives, I got switches
Beatin' it from the front, my chain smack her in the face
Five hundred for an ounce, broke nigga wish you knew how this taste
Every time my bitch pick up my chain, she playin' in snow, nigga
Your bitch mad 'cause you broke, go get some dope, go hit the road, nigga
If you want some smoke, just say, "Hike," and we gon' blitz somethin'
Baby want a body, she a hottie, I might trick on her (KB)
[KARRAHBOOO]
Try to step to Booo and I'm gon' bust you in your lip (Booo, Booo)
Cappin' to the shrink and makin' sure she fill my script (Frrt, frrt)
Bitches on my page, they tryna study my lil' drip
I got niggas beggin' me to front 'em a lil' zip (Yeah, yeah)
I got niggas beggin' me if they can get some pussy (Okay)
I got people payin' 15K so they can book me (Us)
I got bitches duckin' me, they runnin' from the ones (Damn)
I got crackers wirin' me that's tryna get the buns (Crete)
Bitches watch my page, but they don't never watch they sons (Go, go, go)
I got Metro Boomin in my purse and in my lungs (Okay)
Veeze inside the booth, punch in a sermon, sound like tongues (Damn, damn)
I'm inside the booth, I'm with the mob, totin' my gun (Us)
[R3 Da Chilliman]
I'm Big Money 3, so I'm with big booty bitches (Swear to God)
I'm floatin' off a 10, he keep fives, I got switches
Beatin' it from the front, my chain smack her in the face
Five hundred for an ounce, broke nigga wish you knew how this taste
Every time my bitch pick up my chain, she playin' in snow, nigga
Your bitch mad 'cause you broke, go get some dope, go hit the road, nigga
If you want some smoke, just say, "Hike," and we gon' blitz somethin'
Baby want a body, she a hottie, I might trick on her
(Diego)
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