Big Money - Don Cannon, A$AP Ferg, Rich Homie Quan

Talkin' big money, boy it come in thousands

Trap house bunkin', Jay runnin' out it

Rich Homie baby!

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

Cul-de-sac money, I got nosey neighbors

A couple packs comin', I’m at the store waitin'

Kill the fat onion, got some more paper

I keep the strap gunnin', I’m makin' dope wages

Your folks hatin', I got more paper

Your clothes basic, you see my ho tailored

All that makeup make your ho look made up

Cul-de-sac shoe strings got the hood laced up

I’m at the corner shootin' like a Pacer

«Reggie Miller I shoot a nigga face up»

And I like getting head cause I’m aimin' waist up

And if you owe me, better pay up

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

I’m gettin' all this paper, A$AP money

And I’m fuckin' all these bitches, I can’t get ‘em off me

And I call my dollars Precious cause my pockets chubby

They was callin me ugly, now all of these bitches they wanna just fuck me

All of my niggas they hustlin' and killin the game, this shit is a shame

I don’t mind niggas from Harlem, I did it, and you can do the same

I took money from out the hood he good now he dont have to gangbang

All of my niggas who figured they’re bigger but left

Are left feeling the pain (No Love)

He was a rider, ridin' in that Porsche

I’m the Messiah, I’ll be the young Trap Lord

Sippin' on the Henney, tryna get a penny, wigglin' a dime, nigga I take off

Pretty Flacko did well, now watch how Ferg go off, oh Lord

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