Big Money - Made Man

C’mon, c’mon, c’mon

I got, I got big money yeah

Put that shit up yeah

Big money, big money, big money, big money

Big money, big money, big money, big money

Put that lil' shit up, put that lil' shit up

Put that lil' shit up, put that lil' shit up

Put that lil' shit up, put that lil' shit up

Put that lil' shit up, put that lil' shit up

Big money, big money, big money, big money

Big money, big money, big money, big money

Put that lil' shit up, put that lil' shit up

Put that lil' shit up, put that lil' shit up

Put that lil' shit up, put that lil' shit up

Put that lil' shit up, put that lil' shit up

(Made Man!)

My diamonds they coming from alien

I trapped in the game and I’m nailing it

Jumping in raw fist telling it

Bricks you know we pedal it

All of my niggas sip medicine

Thinking we playing for Michigan

Have my place comin' in, comin' in, M’n’M, M’n’M

Lost it, I got it, I’m back again

20k spent in the mall again

Bigger the bag, the bigger the rich

She’s digging my style, I’m fucking your bitch

You know that I’m on, she know that I’m rich

Call on my phone, call on flights bitch I’m gone

Money won’t leave my 'lone, hating eyes do ya wrong

Big bag coming home, nigga while on the phone

Young rich nigga on, making nets on the trade

Hundred rounds to your face, nigga been getting cake

Grind on can’t waste, copped the house with the lake

Broke niggas can’t relate, bad bitches paint their face

Made Man been straight

Big money, big money, big money, big money

Big money, big money, big money, big money

Put that lil' shit up, put that lil' shit up

Put that lil' shit up, put that lil' shit up

Put that lil' shit up, put that lil' shit up

Put that lil' shit up, put that lil' shit up

Big money, big money, big money, big money

Big money, big money, big money, big money

Put that lil' shit up, put that lil' shit up

Put that lil' shit up, put that lil' shit up

Put that lil' shit up, put that lil' shit up

Put that lil' shit up, put that lil' shit up

(Offset!)

Yeah

I am in the trap with the blue Hundreds

Yeah I’ve been ballin' for three summers

No I can’t fold, I don’t dishonor

Rocks on my wrist, I got big pointers

Fuck on your bitch tape brick on her

Run with the pack get a hit on ya

Hop in the Wraith and I shit on 'em

I do not respect your big homie

I got more racks than your big homie

Kill TEC it got a dick on it

But it do not got no kick on it

I do not play with the racks

Take off the top and detatch

I brought the multiple bags

I spent me a 30 in Saks

I get a bag, I’m gonna tax it

I’m bringing Gambino right back

I make a play in a taxi

He didn’t know the driver was strapped

I run the game from the backseat

I had to see how it was mapped

Made Man we having our way

Yea, we are having our racks

Big money, big money, big money, big money

Big money, big money, big money, big money

Put that lil' shit up, put that lil' shit up

Put that lil' shit up, put that lil' shit up

Put that lil' shit up, put that lil' shit up

Put that lil' shit up, put that lil' shit up

Big money, big money, big money, big money

Big money, big money, big money, big money

Put that lil' shit up, put that lil' shit up

Put that lil' shit up, put that lil' shit up

Put that lil' shit up, put that lil' shit up

Put that lil' shit up, put that lil' shit up

Put it up!