Big Money

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan] Talkin' big money, boy it come in thousands Trap house bunkin', Jay runnin' out it Rich Homie baby! [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] 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 dead end, cul-de-sac money [Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan] 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 [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] [Verse 2: A$AP Ferg] I’m gettin' all this paper, A$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 [Hook: Rich Homie Quan]