Big Amount - 2 Chainz, Drake

I’ma tell you, I’ma tell you this right now

If you, if you woke up this mornin', nigga you winnin' for real

(Buddah Bless this beat)

I got a big amount, I took a different route

I am the pick of the litter

I was in juvy, they gave me community

I had to pick up some litter

I want it easy, please do not tease me

I wore my Yeezys to dinner

This is the season, I got the seasonin'

Don’t make me sprinkle you niggas

I got my reasons, you wanna please me

Send me the pussy, not pictures

Met her this week and fucked her this evenin'

She turn a freak on the liquor

Yeah, I am a boss on these bitches

Yeah, I pour some Voss on these bitches

Yeah, I have no thoughts on these bitches

Yeah, rock double-cross on these bitches, yeah

Dearly departed, gather today

On some Prince shit

You know what they say

Me and my safe, got a friendship

Ten on me, thin weight, flip weight, gettin' paid

Gettin' laid

Bitch made, took off sick days

6 trey, 6−4 bounce, bitch, bounce

Hood nigga, favorite spot was the Waffle House

Patty melt with the hash browns

Tryna avoid all the pat-downs

Tryna avoid all the lame hoes

Weirdos in the background

Blackout when I back out

Blow the horn for a pedestrian

Shawty ride like an equestrian

I bought the dress that she in

Red bottoms in his and hers

Got a Rollie in his and hers

Got a car in his and hers

Walk in the zoo and say, «Pick a fur»

Last night was a blur to me

This mornin' I got two with me

I don’t know what to do with me

Goin' ape like the zoo with me

Got a tool with the screw missin'

Two girls in the pool kissin'

Everywhere I go, the rod with me

'Cause these niggas actin' too fishy

Fuck y’all niggas on, man?

Duffle bag forever

Just left V Live

Atlanta could never die as long as Tit alive

Yeah

Look, I got a big amount

I think I’m the biggest out

Got hits and I ain’t even put 'em out

Lit and you can’t even put it out

Got the Billboard melodies

Rap is somethin' I do on the side

Crossed over to the other side

And I didn’t even have to die

Got the money and I never show it

Let a nigga try to play heroic

Michael Jackson talkin' to me in my dreams

And he say, «You bad and you know it»

Better shamone with my check then

I’m a J. Prince investment

Niggas love to talk reckless

Then see me like best friends

Got the sand-colored FN

And I’ve never seen the inside of a Marriott or a Westin

Five stars, nothin' less than

Fuck niggas on your payroll

And you let 'em know the safe code

And you knew him for a month though

But you call them niggas big bro

You could move in the Hidden Hills

And we still don’t live by the same code

I’m respected everywhere I go

Nigga, long live Bankroll

Skip the rainbow, funny style shit

And it’s straight to the pot of gold

Somebody, everybody know

6 God with the god flow

Yeah, yeah