Big Tymer

(アルバム： Highly Intoxicated - 2017)

(808 Mafia)

I'm walking in looking like a million dollars
Big timer, bitch, holler
Looking like a motherfucking big timer
Looking like a motherfucking big timer
I look like, yeah
Money bitch
I look like
Money bitch
Bitch, I look like money

I step on the jet, Cuban link chain on my neck
I smell like cash, I look like a cheque
I land in your city, they seeing all the women
I pull out all them bands, they all coming with me
Kush give me energy, nobody real as me
So many diamonds, you stand too close, then you finna freeze
Hustling ain't dead homie, you niggas terrified
So dope in this game, I slang a verse like I'm selling pies
Ten in the morning, I wake up counting money
Then go to the club and we turn up on a Monday
What can I say, I make more dough than a funnel cake
Pull my chain out in the club and make it look like a sunny day

I'm walking in looking like a million dollars
Big timer, bitch, holler
Looking like a motherfucking big timer
Looking like a motherfucking big timer
I look like, (you know it) yeah
Money bitch
I look like
Money bitch
Bitch, I look like money

You talking shit, you got nothing on me
Twenty thousand dollar ring finger
I'm flicking these hoes
Assume the position
With a nigga flicking, counting this dough
These is double digits, nigga
I wanna triple double
Nigga highlights on my level, nigga
Chewed up, whipped up
Our brand new main chick
Her skin white leopard, nigga
(Heyyyyyyyyyyy!)
I feel like money, bitch
I can go buy brand new jet if I wanted it, running bitch
Then go buy a crib in the hills, worth ten mil
Turn to a farm, grow some weed, Holyfield
Bitch, I tried to tell 'em
I'm all about my banking
Franklin, Jackson, Grant
Stacks on stacks, they say you are what you eat
Shit, I don't come cheap
Bitch, I'm hood rich, I got M's in my teeth