Money So Big
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Chorus
Yeah, my money big body, my
money Tonka
No, I don't need you, I really
don't want you (damn, Trgc made
that?)
My money be twerkin', my money
do dances (whoa)
Yeah, shut up
I already heard you, I don't
wanna answer
You ruin everything you touch,
you a cancer (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'm on the side where we
win, no
You not that guy 'cause I'm him,
yeah
I ride that big body right out
the lot, it's a GLE, came with a
tint
I don't wanna hear none of the
shit that you
Sayin', you cap out your
chinny-chin-chin (none)
I'm rockin' the latest designer,
The finest of fur, that's that
chinchilla skin (yeah)
They tryna copy the wave and I
told
Them they can't even surf a wave
on it, yeah
They steady been copying my
sound,
They some birds, they a parrot
if I'm being honest, yeah
Why you been cappin' 'bout your
whole life? (Yeah)
How is you rappin' 'bout a whole
lie? (How?)
How you stay rappin' 'bout these
damn drugs
You ain't ever tried once your
whole life? (Cap)
Verse 1
Yeah, these kids is some
Motherf*ckin' burgers, I'm
callin' them Five Guys
Yeah, these kids frier than a
grease ball,
Yeah, he fried-fried (yeah, he
fried-fried)
I just pulled up in that
Bentley, that bitch got them
frog eyes
They tryna bite the swag but
they bitches biting our d*cks
Verse 2
I count every time she sucked me
up,
This a hundred and sixty licks
(whoa)
Can't even count the songs I
made in a
Month, that's a hundred and
sixty hits (yeah)
They say, "Yeat,
You keep on evolving, how you so
steady with it?" (Whoa)
They say, "Yeat,
How your pockets swollen? You
gotta show me that shit" (whoa)
Verse 3
'Bout to tell you how I'm doin'
and shit
I got the devil on my phone, he
told me, keep doin' this shit
Yeah, devil taught me how to get
rich
Yeah, how many bands? Six-six
Twizz in a minivan, couple of
big sticks
Bitch 'bout to ride me like she
on a RipStik
Yeah, they said,
"What's that red on your chest?
" I told 'em, "that's your bitch
lipstick"
Verse 4
Yeah, I pulled up in a Tonka and
a helicopter, I'm goin' nuts
Yeah, I had a 50 band and I
turned it to a honeybun
Didn't even need to go sign me a
deal for
These flawless diamonds, bitch,
I'm already up
I got a lil' thotty,
That bitch is the baddest, she
up in that coupe on me, suckin'
me up
Chorus
Yeah, my money big body, my
money Tonka
No, I don't need you, I really
don't want you
My money be twerkin', my money
do dances (whoa)
Yeah, shut up
I already heard you, I don't
wanna answer
You ruin everything you touch,
you a cancer (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'm on the side where we
win, no
You not that guy 'cause I'm him,
yeah
I ride that big body right out
the lot, it's a GLE, came with a
tint
I don't wanna hear none of the
shit that you
Sayin', you cap out your
chinny-chin-chin (none)
I'm rockin' the latest designer,
The finest of fur, that's that
chinchilla skin (yeah)
They tryna copy the wave and I
told them
They can't even surf a wave on
it, yeah (oh)
They steady been copying my
sound,
They some birds, they a parrot
if I'm being honest, yeah (brr)
Why you been cappin' 'bout your
whole life? (Yeah)
How is you rappin' 'bout a whole
lie? (How?)
How you stay rappin' 'bout these
damn drugs
You ain't ever tried once your
whole life? (Cap)
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