Big Queens - Chello

I plan to make a million off the mixtape

Came a long from makin' sure the grams on the brick straight

Now it’s G5's to the Yams for a quick date

That stain black Benz left them haters with the sick face

When I was broke, I never hated, got my grind on

Ain’t hustlin' to stack a dollar, then what you grind for?

You too worried 'bout mines, you out of line, dawg

One time for my niggas gettin' they shine on

In the first place, you couldn’t be me on my worst day

'Til my hearse day, I’m livin' every day like my birthday

Stash box in a G-Wagon (Right)

'Cause I ain’t one of them rappers that be lackin' (Right)

Niggas swear that they ballin', they need practice (Right)

All my big homie taught me was keep stackin', really though

Had a shoebox full with my mind on a milli', though

That’s Queens for the summer and shoot to Cali when it’s chilly, though

LA where the vibes be

Just a matter of time before my time to shine, B

Committed to the game so I came up grimy

Been apart of Commission before Commission had signed me

Worth a hundred million cool but keep the blicker beside me

I’m with you, you try me

Have my face front page of the news

If you ever let that happen, then you made me the fool

Rather that than you makin' me food

Let me switch the pace on these dudes

Queens makin' everything to do cool

So fuck position, we bought a buildin', they ain’t makin' no room

I don’t care about none of them lil' niggas that you raised to be goons

One of you clowns play around, I put your face on the moon, gone