Shit, I'm on a new wave, new wave now
It's a new surfboard right now
Shit, can I ride with you?
Yeah, hell yeah (LuhRonMadeDis)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Big Za
Yeah, huh
Real road runner, I switch cars like I switch socks, huh
Boy, I stayed down, now I'm at the top, huh (top)
Two-tone AP full of big rocks, huh (bling)
It's a bird, it's a plane, no, that's Big Za (Big Za)
Boy, call me Dlow Curry (huh), bet ya I don't miss, huh (miss)
I need gloves on, I keep touchin' dog shit, huh
Diamonds doin' too much shinin', I don't know what time it is (bling)
Apply pressure, when they see me they know what time it is
Boy
Quarter million cash, I ain't goin' back broke (no)
Bae, you got a lotta ass, let me drive the boat (come here bae)
Never chase these bitches, get these riches, that's a must though (that's a must, nigga)
Beefin' 'bout a bitch, pussy nigga, hell f*ck no (hell nah, nigga)
I'm twenty five, I had two hunnid fifty on me last night (facts)
Bad bitch, she get first class flight, she act right (facts)
I done signed a deal, but I'm still really in the street (nigga)
Bitch, I'm Big Za, shit I'm smokin' like fifty a G
Fifteen thousand put that shit up, huh (nigga)
Pull up, hop out, black truck (yoom)
Look like I did a stick up (nigga)
Hunnid to hold my wrist up (bling)
Dunkin' on niggas, I 'on't layup (nigga)
Bend a corner, buss a play up (brr)
Sharks in that water swimmin', you better not get ate up, huh (pussy)
You better not get ate, boy
Come though in that Wraith, boy (yoom)
Biggest ever did it, it is not up for debate, boy (no)
You better not get ate, boy (pussy)
Come though in that Wraith, boy (yoom)
Biggest ever did it, it is not up for debate, boy (Big Za)
Real road runner, I switch cars like I switch socks, huh
Boy, I stayed down, now I'm at the top, huh (top)
Two-tone AP full of big rocks, huh (bling)
It's a bird, it's a plane, no, that's Big Za (Big Za)
Boy, call me Dlow Curry (huh), bet ya I don't miss, huh (miss)
I need gloves on, I keep touchin' dog shit, huh
Diamonds doin' too much shinin', I don't know what time it is (bling)
Apply pressure, when they see me they know what time it is (nigga)
Bossman Dlow - Dlow Curry Album Lyrics
Bossman Dlow - Dlow Curry Lyrics
(Featuring Ice Spice, French Montana, Lil Baby, NoCap)
Writer: D'Andre Ferby, Devante McCreary
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Like Dat
Yeah, yeah (d.a. got that dope)
Big Za (nigga, huh, huh)
I remember pullin' up Honda Civic, now I pull up Bentley (yoom, yoom)
I can't see these broke niggas through these Carti' lenses (boy)
Huh, fell in love with blue hundreds, bae, let's count this chicken (count this chicken)
Huh, if it's 'bout some money, boy, count me in it (count me in it)
Huh, if I let you in my car, bitch, just know you lucky (you lucky)
I remember I was f*cked up, now I got cheese like Chuck E. (beep)
I'm married to the money, baby, I ain't tryna be your hubby (no)
Them VVSs dancin', baby, my neck doin' the Dougie (bling)
Huh, my wrist dancin' like Mike Jack, yeah, boy, I'm like that (yeah)
He went Audemars Piguet, diamonds make her pussy wet (bling)
I was at the bottom, then I shot off to the top (shot off)
I was wearin' Polo, now I'm LV to the socks (yeah)
Huh, we step like a marchin' band, it's big bands in these pants (frrt)
I be dunkin' on these niggas, I'm Dlow Morant (nigga)
Come here, baby, I want you to be my baby, yeah (I want you to be my baby)
You gon' play with who? Boy, you must be crazy (boy, you must be crazy)
I got all this drip, look like a bird shitted (look like a bird shitted)
Huh, she say that pussy water, I'ma surf in it, yeah (come here, bae)
I'm Mr. Go Get It, left pocket full of pink fifties (left pocket full of pink fifties)
Huh, pockets full of blues like I got Smurfs in it, yeah (Big Za)
I remember pullin' up Honda Civic, now I pull up Bentley (yoom, yoom)
I can't see these broke niggas through these Carti' lenses (boy)
Huh, fell in love with blue hundreds, bae, let's count this chicken (count this chicken)
Huh, if it's 'bout some money, boy, count me in it (count me in it)
Huh, if I let you in my car, bitch, just know you lucky (you lucky)
I remember I was f*cked up, now I got cheese like Chuck E. (beep)
I'm married to the money, baby, I ain't tryna be your hubby (no)
Them VVSs dancin', baby, my neck doin' the Dougie (bling)
Big Za (nigga, huh, huh)
I remember pullin' up Honda Civic, now I pull up Bentley (yoom, yoom)
I can't see these broke niggas through these Carti' lenses (boy)
Huh, fell in love with blue hundreds, bae, let's count this chicken (count this chicken)
Huh, if it's 'bout some money, boy, count me in it (count me in it)
Huh, if I let you in my car, bitch, just know you lucky (you lucky)
I remember I was f*cked up, now I got cheese like Chuck E. (beep)
I'm married to the money, baby, I ain't tryna be your hubby (no)
Them VVSs dancin', baby, my neck doin' the Dougie (bling)
Huh, my wrist dancin' like Mike Jack, yeah, boy, I'm like that (yeah)
He went Audemars Piguet, diamonds make her pussy wet (bling)
I was at the bottom, then I shot off to the top (shot off)
I was wearin' Polo, now I'm LV to the socks (yeah)
Huh, we step like a marchin' band, it's big bands in these pants (frrt)
I be dunkin' on these niggas, I'm Dlow Morant (nigga)
Come here, baby, I want you to be my baby, yeah (I want you to be my baby)
You gon' play with who? Boy, you must be crazy (boy, you must be crazy)
I got all this drip, look like a bird shitted (look like a bird shitted)
Huh, she say that pussy water, I'ma surf in it, yeah (come here, bae)
I'm Mr. Go Get It, left pocket full of pink fifties (left pocket full of pink fifties)
Huh, pockets full of blues like I got Smurfs in it, yeah (Big Za)
I remember pullin' up Honda Civic, now I pull up Bentley (yoom, yoom)
I can't see these broke niggas through these Carti' lenses (boy)
Huh, fell in love with blue hundreds, bae, let's count this chicken (count this chicken)
Huh, if it's 'bout some money, boy, count me in it (count me in it)
Huh, if I let you in my car, bitch, just know you lucky (you lucky)
I remember I was f*cked up, now I got cheese like Chuck E. (beep)
I'm married to the money, baby, I ain't tryna be your hubby (no)
Them VVSs dancin', baby, my neck doin' the Dougie (bling)
Writer: Devante McCreary, David Doman
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Pillsbury Dlow
[ Featuring Ice Spice ]
(Steve made this motherf*cker here)
(Lako)
(Uno, you the GOAT)
Yeah, Big Za
I fell in love with money, blue hundreds and fifties
Show me that you love me, f*ck me like you miss me (yeah)
I'm sorry, that's your girl, but she comin' with me (come here, bae)
I say, "Bae, this your world," I call her lil' Disney (yeah)
Call me Pillsbury Dlow, I need more dough
Drop the top in that Double-R, let your hair blow
Shake that ass for that cash, throw it back like it's Thursday (Thursday)
Who pussy this is, baby? She say, "Oh, it's yours, bae" (yours, bae)
Soon as they gave me the ball, I dunked like I'm Ja Morant
Security kicked me out the mall, I left dog shit in Saks (Saks)
Come get you a rich nigga, bae, stop f*ckin' with them lames (lames)
I could be at an arcade, baby, I still don't play no game (no game)
I walked in the mall with thirty, f*cked around and ran through it (ran through it)
I put on for the streets, pretty bitches love trap music (yeah)
Two hundred in the Gucci bag, fifty in a fanny pack (yeah)
Two hundred on the dash, I'm drivin' like a maniac
Huh, twenty-four hour trap, we stay open, boy (we stay open, boy)
Huh, I ride nothin' but strikers like I'm bowlin', boy
Can't none of them boys stop me, we the ones gon' pop it (gon' pop it)
I need mine ASAP, chain hittin' like Rocky
I fell in love with money, blue hundreds and fifties
Show me that you love me, f*ck me like you miss me (yeah)
I'm sorry, that's your girl, but she comin' with me (come here, bae)
I say, "Bae, this your world," I call her lil' Disney (yeah)
Call me Pillsbury Dlow, I need more dough
Drop the top in that Double-R, let your hair blow
Shake that ass for that cash, throw it back like it's Thursday (Thursday)
Who pussy this is, baby? She say, "Oh, it's yours, bae" (yours, bae)
Bad as f*ck, I serve face (lke), bougie like my wordplay (grrah)
Thought I was a good girl, then did his ass the worst way (grrah)
Sayin' you don't like rich niggas trickin', that's a poor take (mm)
Think you can afford me? I'm like, "Are you sure, bae?" (Mm)
He just let his money talk (grrah)
Cold as f*ck, I give him chills, I like hundred dollar bills (grrah)
Real right and I'm built nice (damn), got him in his feels
Sittin' pretty in his Hellcat, he let me grip the wheel (grrah)
Up and down his algorithm (yeah), every pic I post is pain (yeah)
I put that on that shit for real (grrah), broke hoes don't even know the name (like)
Carti' frames, they throwin' shade, see me and get blown away (grrah)
Keep it cute, just like when I post, he don't got no complaints
I fell in love with money, blue hundreds and fifties
Show me that you love me, f*ck me like you miss me (yeah)
I'm sorry, that's your girl, but she comin' with me (come here, bae)
I say, "Bae, this your world," I call her lil' Disney (yeah)
Call me Pillsbury Dlow, I need more dough
Drop the top in that Double-R, let your hair blow
Shake that ass for that cash, throw it back like it's Thursday (Thursday)
Who pussy this is, baby? She say, "Oh, it's yours, bae" (yours, bae)
Writer: Devante McCreary, Eli Gerald Haire, Isis Gaston, Olalekan Olabisi Akinyokunbo, Patrick Parker, Stephen McInnis
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Mo Chicken
[ Featuring French Montana ]
Big Za (take money, f*ck bitches)
Yeah, yeah (take money, f*ck bitches)
(P8, catch a bag)
Big money, I talk different (ayo, X9)
Big Za (Montana)
Chase money (chase money), f*ck bitches (f*ck bitches, haan)
I'm road runnin' (road runnin'), catch up with me (catch up with me, haan)
I stack hundreds (I stack hundreds), I blow fifties (I blow fifties, haan)
I'm a fat nigga, give me mo' chicken (mo' chicken)
I'm beatin' the road up (yeah), I'm runnin' and rippin' (runnin' and rippin')
This a Lamb' truck (yeah), I'm shiftin' (yeah)
I be sauced up (yeah), too slippery (too slippery)
I stay blessed up (yeah), these Christians (these Christians)
Strip club, VIP, bring my bottles through (where them bottles, bae?)
I'm a millionaire, bae, watch who you talkin' to (yeah)
I'm smokin' big Za, baby, I got a Slapwood full of Runtz (yeah)
I spent six thousand on shoes, I can only wear them bitches once (huh)
Like, no kizzy, made over one million in a month (facts)
I'm so serious, I be blowin' 30K like it's nothin' (nigga)
Yeah, all my pockets stuffed crust, diamonds on me kickboxin'
Shit-poppin' university, I got a degree for shit-poppin' (yeah)
Diamonds on me moonwalkin', ten pointers hittin' on 'em (bling)
Same niggas that pissed me off, look at me now, I'm shittin' on 'em (nigga)
Diamonds on me moonwalkin', ten pointers hittin' on 'em (bling)
Same niggas that pissed me off, look at me now, I'm shittin' on 'em (Big Za)
Chase money (chase money), f*ck bitches (f*ck bitches, haan)
I'm road runnin' (road runnin'), catch up with me (catch up with me, haan)
I stack hundreds (I stack hundreds), I blow fifties (I blow fifties, haan)
I'm a fat nigga, give me mo' chicken (mo' chicken)
I'm beatin' the road up (yeah), I'm runnin' and rippin' (runnin' and rippin')
This a Lamb' truck (yeah), I'm shiftin' (yeah, Montana)
I be sauced up (yeah), too slippery (too slippery, Za)
I stay blessed up (yeah), these Christians (these Christians, Dlow, ayy)
Take money (take money), f*ck bitches (f*ck bitches)
Big money (big money), I talk different (I talk different)
I'm in Detroit (bah-bah-bah-bah) with my piston (with my piston)
I done came up (I done came up), niggas started switchin' (started switchin')
Bases loaded (bases loaded), I be pitchin' (I be pitchin')
Niggas ain't got more money than my bitches (than my bitches)
She drink water (she drink water) and mind her business (mind her business)
I push up on her (push up on her), she do fitness (she do fitness)
I'm in florida (I'm in florida), where's the chickens? (Where's the chickens?)
House on the water (water), never use the kitchen (never, never)
I'm in the keys with the keys and it came from overseas
Need a billion, bitch, when I die, let my body freeze, Montana
Chase money (chase money), f*ck bitches (f*ck bitches, haan)
I'm road runnin' (road runnin'), catch up with me (catch up with me, haan)
I stack hundreds (I stack hundreds), I blow fifties (I blow fifties, haan)
I'm a fat nigga, give me mo' chicken (mo' chicken)
I'm beatin' the road up (yeah), I'm runnin' and rippin' (runnin' and rippin')
This a lamb' truck (yeah), I'm shiftin' (yeah)
I be sauced up (yeah), too slippery (too slippery)
I stay blessed up (yeah), these Christians (these Christians)
Writer: Ayo P8, Devante McCreary, Ian Chow, Karim Kharbouch
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
The Biggest, Pt. 2
(Lorenz, don't stop)
Yeah
Yeah
Nigga
Bitch, I get happy when I count blue hundreds (blue hundreds)
Dripped up, pockets full of dope boy money (dope boy money)
I don't give a f*ck 'bout nothin' but gettin' paid (gettin' paid)
You want to catch up with me? I'm on the interstate (yoom)
Switchin' lanes, catchin' plays like a head coach (brr)
Double cup filled up, Amiri head to toe (nigga)
2024 Benz truck, you shiftin' (you shiftin')
Got her lookin' at me like, "Bae, you the biggest" (you the biggest)
I'ma show you how to make a dub, just listen (just listen)
Deal with the plug, get a pot, hit the kitchen (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I'ma stay blessed up, dressed up in Christian
Whip it up, get it up, nigga, get it missin' (nigga)
Put your whole shoulder in the bowl, break your arm (break your arm)
You can't walk a mile in these new Louis Vuittons (Louis Vuittons)
Anytime the crackers run up, I run (I run)
Anytime the crackers lock me up, I post bond (I post bond)
Ain't no discussion, pussy nigga, I'm him (I'm him)
I'ma get some money, baby, I ain't one of them (I ain't one of them)
Wanna shop with me? Gotta smoke it out the stem
Wrist on bling-blaow, baby, check the temp' (bling)
Me bein' a broke nigga? Baby, I never heard of that
Wrist on ice cold, baby, check the thermostat (bling)
Wrist on ice cold, I don't need no freon
Pillow talkin' to these hoes, niggas be some peons (lame-ass)
Bitch, I get happy when I count blue hundreds (blue hundreds)
Dripped up, pockets full of dope boy money (dope boy money)
I don't give a f*ck 'bout nothin' but gettin' paid (gettin' paid)
You want to catch up with me? I'm on the interstate (yoom)
Switchin' lanes, catchin' plays like a head coach (brr)
Double cup filled up, Amiri head to toe (nigga)
2024 Benz truck, you shiftin' (you shiftin')
Got her lookin' at me like, "Bae, you the biggest" (you the biggest)
Pull up in that i7, bae, I'm in that mode (I'm in that mode)
We don't sit on nothing, everything get sold (vyoom)
Real street nigga swang dough, f*ck troll (f*ck troll)
Real Big Za, baby, I don't smoke low (no)
I bust a lick, take a shower, change clothes (change clothes)
I look like a brick, pockets full of bankrolls (beep, beep, beep)
Ran 'em out the trap, niggas cap, Kangol (cap)
You can't pull a bitch, nigga, you a lame-o (lame-ass)
Bitch, I get happy when I count blue hundreds (blue hundreds)
Dripped up, pockets full of dope boy money (dope boy money)
I don't give a f*ck 'bout nothin' but gettin' paid (gettin' paid)
You want to catch up with me? I'm on the interstate (yoom)
Switchin' lanes, catchin' plays like a head coach (brr)
Double cup filled up, Amiri head to toe (nigga)
2024 Benz truck, you shiftin' (you shiftin')
Got her lookin' at me like, "Bae, you the biggest" (you the biggest)
Bae, you the biggest
Nigga
Yeah, yeah
Big Za
Nigga, nigga
I'm a real street nigga, I'm gon' pop it, baby
Ha, ain't no option, baby
Ha, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Nigga
Bitch, I get happy when I count blue hundreds (blue hundreds)
Dripped up, pockets full of dope boy money (dope boy money)
I don't give a f*ck 'bout nothin' but gettin' paid (gettin' paid)
You want to catch up with me? I'm on the interstate (yoom)
Switchin' lanes, catchin' plays like a head coach (brr)
Double cup filled up, Amiri head to toe (nigga)
2024 Benz truck, you shiftin' (you shiftin')
Got her lookin' at me like, "Bae, you the biggest" (you the biggest)
I'ma show you how to make a dub, just listen (just listen)
Deal with the plug, get a pot, hit the kitchen (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I'ma stay blessed up, dressed up in Christian
Whip it up, get it up, nigga, get it missin' (nigga)
Put your whole shoulder in the bowl, break your arm (break your arm)
You can't walk a mile in these new Louis Vuittons (Louis Vuittons)
Anytime the crackers run up, I run (I run)
Anytime the crackers lock me up, I post bond (I post bond)
Ain't no discussion, pussy nigga, I'm him (I'm him)
I'ma get some money, baby, I ain't one of them (I ain't one of them)
Wanna shop with me? Gotta smoke it out the stem
Wrist on bling-blaow, baby, check the temp' (bling)
Me bein' a broke nigga? Baby, I never heard of that
Wrist on ice cold, baby, check the thermostat (bling)
Wrist on ice cold, I don't need no freon
Pillow talkin' to these hoes, niggas be some peons (lame-ass)
Bitch, I get happy when I count blue hundreds (blue hundreds)
Dripped up, pockets full of dope boy money (dope boy money)
I don't give a f*ck 'bout nothin' but gettin' paid (gettin' paid)
You want to catch up with me? I'm on the interstate (yoom)
Switchin' lanes, catchin' plays like a head coach (brr)
Double cup filled up, Amiri head to toe (nigga)
2024 Benz truck, you shiftin' (you shiftin')
Got her lookin' at me like, "Bae, you the biggest" (you the biggest)
Pull up in that i7, bae, I'm in that mode (I'm in that mode)
We don't sit on nothing, everything get sold (vyoom)
Real street nigga swang dough, f*ck troll (f*ck troll)
Real Big Za, baby, I don't smoke low (no)
I bust a lick, take a shower, change clothes (change clothes)
I look like a brick, pockets full of bankrolls (beep, beep, beep)
Ran 'em out the trap, niggas cap, Kangol (cap)
You can't pull a bitch, nigga, you a lame-o (lame-ass)
Bitch, I get happy when I count blue hundreds (blue hundreds)
Dripped up, pockets full of dope boy money (dope boy money)
I don't give a f*ck 'bout nothin' but gettin' paid (gettin' paid)
You want to catch up with me? I'm on the interstate (yoom)
Switchin' lanes, catchin' plays like a head coach (brr)
Double cup filled up, Amiri head to toe (nigga)
2024 Benz truck, you shiftin' (you shiftin')
Got her lookin' at me like, "Bae, you the biggest" (you the biggest)
Bae, you the biggest
Nigga
Yeah, yeah
Big Za
Nigga, nigga
I'm a real street nigga, I'm gon' pop it, baby
Ha, ain't no option, baby
Ha, yeah, yeah
Writer: Bortnyi Lavrentii, Devante McCreary
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
46th Street
Nigga (nigga), nigga (nigga)
Yeah (Gentle Beatz, yeah)
Bitch, I put that shit on (nigga), baby say she love my drip (yeah)
Soon as I hop out the whip, your bitch gon' disappear
Catch me on the highway, switchin' lanes and switchin' gear (yoom)
Come and f*ck with Big Za, I won trapper of the year (Big Za)
Chain playin' hockey, my wrist game on froze, nigga (bling)
Bitch, you better not watch me, better watch your ho, nigga
I'm from 46th Street, I be throwin' 4s, nigga
I be where the licks be, everything get sold, nigga (yoom)
Come get you a bag, baby, I be where the bosses is
I see all that ass, baby, let me see how soft it is (come here, bae)
Move your broke ass out the way, tell 'em let the bosses in (bitch)
Hundred-thousand-dollar play, okay, bet, you talkin' then (beep-beep-beep)
I'll drop another sack, you pussies make me mad enough (pussy)
He can't even pull out a rack, this shit here ain't addin' up
Say he want that Big Za, f*ck it, I'ma gas him up (yeah)
Better stop beatin' on his bitch, better go beat traffic up
I'm a dope stretcher, f*ckin' power-play catcher (nigga)
A trap nigga (trap), I'm a certified finesser (yeah)
Girl, your ass fat, your sister ass sit better (come here, bae)
I'm a bowl beater, I'm a f*ckin' pot wrestler (yeah)
Bitch, I put that shit on (nigga), baby say she love my drip (yeah)
Soon as I hop out the whip, your bitch gon' disappear
Catch me on the highway, switchin' lanes and switchin' gear (yoom)
Come and f*ck with Big Za, I won trapper of the year (Big Za)
Chain playin' hockey, my wrist game on froze, nigga (bling)
Bitch, you better not watch me, better watch your ho, nigga
I'm from 46th Street, I be throwin' 4s, nigga
I be where the licks be, everything get sold, nigga (yoom)
Yeah (Gentle Beatz, yeah)
Bitch, I put that shit on (nigga), baby say she love my drip (yeah)
Soon as I hop out the whip, your bitch gon' disappear
Catch me on the highway, switchin' lanes and switchin' gear (yoom)
Come and f*ck with Big Za, I won trapper of the year (Big Za)
Chain playin' hockey, my wrist game on froze, nigga (bling)
Bitch, you better not watch me, better watch your ho, nigga
I'm from 46th Street, I be throwin' 4s, nigga
I be where the licks be, everything get sold, nigga (yoom)
Come get you a bag, baby, I be where the bosses is
I see all that ass, baby, let me see how soft it is (come here, bae)
Move your broke ass out the way, tell 'em let the bosses in (bitch)
Hundred-thousand-dollar play, okay, bet, you talkin' then (beep-beep-beep)
I'll drop another sack, you pussies make me mad enough (pussy)
He can't even pull out a rack, this shit here ain't addin' up
Say he want that Big Za, f*ck it, I'ma gas him up (yeah)
Better stop beatin' on his bitch, better go beat traffic up
I'm a dope stretcher, f*ckin' power-play catcher (nigga)
A trap nigga (trap), I'm a certified finesser (yeah)
Girl, your ass fat, your sister ass sit better (come here, bae)
I'm a bowl beater, I'm a f*ckin' pot wrestler (yeah)
Bitch, I put that shit on (nigga), baby say she love my drip (yeah)
Soon as I hop out the whip, your bitch gon' disappear
Catch me on the highway, switchin' lanes and switchin' gear (yoom)
Come and f*ck with Big Za, I won trapper of the year (Big Za)
Chain playin' hockey, my wrist game on froze, nigga (bling)
Bitch, you better not watch me, better watch your ho, nigga
I'm from 46th Street, I be throwin' 4s, nigga
I be where the licks be, everything get sold, nigga (yoom)
Writer: Devante McCreary, Daniel Schnabel
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Star Life
(Yo, Zwerega, you so icy)
Nigga, nigga, yeah
(King Nathan with another one)
Half a mil' cash on me, I done lost my damn top (damn top)
Used to eat nothin' but rice, now I pull up Lambchop (yoom)
I do not care 'bout the price, thousand on some flip-flops (nigga)
AP doin' a lot of dancin', my wrist need a TikTok (bling)
Double cup in my left hand, grip the steering wheel with the right (nigga)
Gave my lawyer fifty K, boy, it cost to live this life
Street nigga on BET, I'm in LA, shootin' dice (Big Za)
There go twelve, I'ma- if they hit the lights (yoom)
I was down bad, I finally ran it up, boy (boy)
Stop spreadin' two bands, it ain't enough, boy (ain't enough, boy)
Get in the kitchen, cut on the stove, cook it up (cook it up)
I'm the motherf*ckin' biggest, look it up (biggest, nigga)
Twenty K in ones, I can show you how to make it rain (yeah)
Ask 'bout Dlow in the streets, nigga, I don't play no games (Big Za)
I ain't fightin' with lil' dog, bitch, I'm a heavyweight (grr)
I'm in Louis, pickin' up shit that dropped yesterday
Drop the top in the Rolls-Royce, drive that bitch like a Volkswagen
Three thousand on Louis shoes, five K for a Lanvin jacket (nigga)
Bitch know not to act up, I got my racks up
Huh, walked straight out the airport, hopped in a black truck (yoom)
I'm an all day road-runnin', trappin'-ass nigga
I'm a dogshit-talkin', old braggin'-ass nigga (braggin'-ass nigga)
I'm an all day road-runnin', trappin'-ass nigga (rrr, rrr)
I'm a dogshit-talkin', old braggin'-ass nigga (Big Za)
Half a mil' cash on me, I done lost my damn top (damn top)
Used to eat nothin' but rice, now I pull up Lambchop (yoom)
I do not care 'bout the price, thousand on some flip-flops (nigga)
AP doin' a lot of dancin', my wrist need a TikTok (bling)
Double cup in my left hand, grip the steering wheel with the right (nigga)
Gave my lawyer fifty K, boy, it cost to live this life
Street nigga on BET, I'm in LA, shootin' dice (Big Za)
There go twelve, I'ma- if they hit the lights (yoom)
Nigga, nigga, yeah
(King Nathan with another one)
Half a mil' cash on me, I done lost my damn top (damn top)
Used to eat nothin' but rice, now I pull up Lambchop (yoom)
I do not care 'bout the price, thousand on some flip-flops (nigga)
AP doin' a lot of dancin', my wrist need a TikTok (bling)
Double cup in my left hand, grip the steering wheel with the right (nigga)
Gave my lawyer fifty K, boy, it cost to live this life
Street nigga on BET, I'm in LA, shootin' dice (Big Za)
There go twelve, I'ma- if they hit the lights (yoom)
I was down bad, I finally ran it up, boy (boy)
Stop spreadin' two bands, it ain't enough, boy (ain't enough, boy)
Get in the kitchen, cut on the stove, cook it up (cook it up)
I'm the motherf*ckin' biggest, look it up (biggest, nigga)
Twenty K in ones, I can show you how to make it rain (yeah)
Ask 'bout Dlow in the streets, nigga, I don't play no games (Big Za)
I ain't fightin' with lil' dog, bitch, I'm a heavyweight (grr)
I'm in Louis, pickin' up shit that dropped yesterday
Drop the top in the Rolls-Royce, drive that bitch like a Volkswagen
Three thousand on Louis shoes, five K for a Lanvin jacket (nigga)
Bitch know not to act up, I got my racks up
Huh, walked straight out the airport, hopped in a black truck (yoom)
I'm an all day road-runnin', trappin'-ass nigga
I'm a dogshit-talkin', old braggin'-ass nigga (braggin'-ass nigga)
I'm an all day road-runnin', trappin'-ass nigga (rrr, rrr)
I'm a dogshit-talkin', old braggin'-ass nigga (Big Za)
Half a mil' cash on me, I done lost my damn top (damn top)
Used to eat nothin' but rice, now I pull up Lambchop (yoom)
I do not care 'bout the price, thousand on some flip-flops (nigga)
AP doin' a lot of dancin', my wrist need a TikTok (bling)
Double cup in my left hand, grip the steering wheel with the right (nigga)
Gave my lawyer fifty K, boy, it cost to live this life
Street nigga on BET, I'm in LA, shootin' dice (Big Za)
There go twelve, I'ma- if they hit the lights (yoom)
Writer: Devante McCreary, Nathan Silfain, Zmereha Yuriy
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Cash Shit
(Thanks, Yakree)
(This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)
I'm so damn rich, I talk cash shit
I drive fast shit, I keep a bad bitch (come here, bae)
Six black trucks, come through like Donald Trump (Donald Trump)
I got in the trap, ran it up fast like I'm Forrest Gump (yoom)
It's me and you in this coupe, let's just ride, baby (let's just ride, baby)
Wrist hittin', I can't even tell the time, baby (bling)
You with a boss, you ain't gotta work a nine-to-five, baby (come here, bae)
Tell your homegirls you with a rich nigga now, baby (uh)
First-class flights (uh), bae, let's take trips (yeah)
Bae, here go five hundred, go get French tips (come here, bae)
These Rick Owens, baby, these ain't Chuck Taylors (no)
She don't want no Michael Kors, she want Marc Jacobs (come here, bae)
I know you tired of them losers, bae, come f*ck with a winner (come here, bae)
Ocean view, rooftop, steak and rice for dinner (yeah)
Ask about me in the streets, I'm a real shit popper (Big Za)
I was f*cked up, now I'm Gucci'd down to the boxers
I'm like, "Damn, mama, you look better with a boss" (you know you do, baby)
It's hard to stay up off of it, that ass super soft
This that Big Za, baby, I don't smoke chronic
I'ma run a sack up, call me Dlow Sonic
I'm so damn rich, I talk cash shit
I drive fast shit, I keep a bad bitch (come here, bae)
Six black trucks, come through like Donald Trump (Donald Trump)
I got in the trap, ran it up fast like I'm Forrest Gump (yoom)
It's me and you in this coupe, let's just ride, baby (let's just ride, baby)
Wrist hittin', I can't even tell the time, baby (bling)
You with a boss, you ain't gotta work a nine-to-five, baby (come here, bae)
Tell your homegirls you with a rich nigga now, baby
(This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)
I'm so damn rich, I talk cash shit
I drive fast shit, I keep a bad bitch (come here, bae)
Six black trucks, come through like Donald Trump (Donald Trump)
I got in the trap, ran it up fast like I'm Forrest Gump (yoom)
It's me and you in this coupe, let's just ride, baby (let's just ride, baby)
Wrist hittin', I can't even tell the time, baby (bling)
You with a boss, you ain't gotta work a nine-to-five, baby (come here, bae)
Tell your homegirls you with a rich nigga now, baby (uh)
First-class flights (uh), bae, let's take trips (yeah)
Bae, here go five hundred, go get French tips (come here, bae)
These Rick Owens, baby, these ain't Chuck Taylors (no)
She don't want no Michael Kors, she want Marc Jacobs (come here, bae)
I know you tired of them losers, bae, come f*ck with a winner (come here, bae)
Ocean view, rooftop, steak and rice for dinner (yeah)
Ask about me in the streets, I'm a real shit popper (Big Za)
I was f*cked up, now I'm Gucci'd down to the boxers
I'm like, "Damn, mama, you look better with a boss" (you know you do, baby)
It's hard to stay up off of it, that ass super soft
This that Big Za, baby, I don't smoke chronic
I'ma run a sack up, call me Dlow Sonic
I'm so damn rich, I talk cash shit
I drive fast shit, I keep a bad bitch (come here, bae)
Six black trucks, come through like Donald Trump (Donald Trump)
I got in the trap, ran it up fast like I'm Forrest Gump (yoom)
It's me and you in this coupe, let's just ride, baby (let's just ride, baby)
Wrist hittin', I can't even tell the time, baby (bling)
You with a boss, you ain't gotta work a nine-to-five, baby (come here, bae)
Tell your homegirls you with a rich nigga now, baby
Writer: Devante McCreary, Jack Cohen-Mungan, Jack Thierer, Levin Buhtz
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Game Winner
Be a dog
We don't need meows, we don't need no cats
We need more dogs
(CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)
Big Za
Boy, I'm tryna make a play, I ain't really come to play (no)
Bae, you come get in with me, that's gon' be your lucky day (come here, bae)
You ain't talkin' 'bout no money, make it quick, I'm runnin' late (nigga)
Sixty thousand in my mouth, I know they got somethin' to say
He applyin' straight pressure, you can't play no games with him
Plug know to throw it to me, I'ma do my thing with 'em (brr)
That pussy good, I- and stayed in her (stayed in her)
Put me in coach, I'ma hit a game winner (brrt)
Can't forget about the trap, boy, I need the trenches (I need them trenches)
Presidential, tint the windows, you can't see me in it (can't see me in it)
I'm breakin' my wrists in the bowl like I don't need these bitches (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
One-twenty in a sixty, f*ck a speedin' ticket (yoom)
She say she want a boss, well, come here, bae, you my type (come here, bae)
Don't sleep on me, baby, we gon' have a good night (come here, bae)
Huh, I can get a whole shh and the price right (shh)
Huh, these are not no Jordan Dunks, bae, these Off-Whites (Off-Whites)
Huh, you ain't locked in with the gang, you ain't my brother, I can't trust you (trust you)
200K in chains, diamonds dancin' just like Usher (bling)
Boy, when they say my name, they know I'm a real hustler (CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)
I was gettin' off that weight, I had to get it off the muscle (grr)
I ain't in the mix, bitch, I'm him, don't get it screwed up
She know Dlow eatin', she say, "Daddy, come get chewed up" (teah)
Them boys just be hatin', we don't care 'bout what they talkin' 'bout (nigga)
You so sexy, baby, what you doin'? Let me fly you out
Boy, I'm tryna make a play (Big Za), I ain't really come to play (no)
Bae, you come get in with me, that's gon' be your lucky day (come here, bae)
You ain't talkin' 'bout no money, make it quick, I'm runnin' late (nigga)
Sixty thousand in my mouth, I know they got somethin' to say
He applyin' straight pressure, you can't play no games with him
Plug know to throw it to me, I'ma do my thing with 'em (brr)
That pussy good, I- and stayed in her (stayed in her)
Put me in coach, I'ma hit a game winner
(CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)
We don't need meows, we don't need no cats
We need more dogs
(CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)
Big Za
Boy, I'm tryna make a play, I ain't really come to play (no)
Bae, you come get in with me, that's gon' be your lucky day (come here, bae)
You ain't talkin' 'bout no money, make it quick, I'm runnin' late (nigga)
Sixty thousand in my mouth, I know they got somethin' to say
He applyin' straight pressure, you can't play no games with him
Plug know to throw it to me, I'ma do my thing with 'em (brr)
That pussy good, I- and stayed in her (stayed in her)
Put me in coach, I'ma hit a game winner (brrt)
Can't forget about the trap, boy, I need the trenches (I need them trenches)
Presidential, tint the windows, you can't see me in it (can't see me in it)
I'm breakin' my wrists in the bowl like I don't need these bitches (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
One-twenty in a sixty, f*ck a speedin' ticket (yoom)
She say she want a boss, well, come here, bae, you my type (come here, bae)
Don't sleep on me, baby, we gon' have a good night (come here, bae)
Huh, I can get a whole shh and the price right (shh)
Huh, these are not no Jordan Dunks, bae, these Off-Whites (Off-Whites)
Huh, you ain't locked in with the gang, you ain't my brother, I can't trust you (trust you)
200K in chains, diamonds dancin' just like Usher (bling)
Boy, when they say my name, they know I'm a real hustler (CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)
I was gettin' off that weight, I had to get it off the muscle (grr)
I ain't in the mix, bitch, I'm him, don't get it screwed up
She know Dlow eatin', she say, "Daddy, come get chewed up" (teah)
Them boys just be hatin', we don't care 'bout what they talkin' 'bout (nigga)
You so sexy, baby, what you doin'? Let me fly you out
Boy, I'm tryna make a play (Big Za), I ain't really come to play (no)
Bae, you come get in with me, that's gon' be your lucky day (come here, bae)
You ain't talkin' 'bout no money, make it quick, I'm runnin' late (nigga)
Sixty thousand in my mouth, I know they got somethin' to say
He applyin' straight pressure, you can't play no games with him
Plug know to throw it to me, I'ma do my thing with 'em (brr)
That pussy good, I- and stayed in her (stayed in her)
Put me in coach, I'ma hit a game winner
(CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)
Writer: Chappaevelli, Devante McCreary, Chase Rose
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Big
Mr. Beat the Road, Mr. Swang a Door
(I love you, DZY)
Mr. Move That Dope
Whole lotta motion, whole lotta dog shit everywhere
Whole lotta traffic, beatin' that yard, nigga
The trap niggas winnin', baby, you know we got big pockets (Big Za)
Made millions off of chicken talkin', I done skipped college
Ten-pointers moonwalkin', baby, I got big diamonds (bling, bling)
F*ck a 'Vette, pull up TRX, we love big bodies (yoom)
We ain't gon' worry 'bout what they doin', bae, 'cause we on boss shit
Spent a twenty-ball in Louis, left with three outfits (bling)
You know you the biggest, bae, ain't nobody seein' you (huh)
Pull up white Double-R, interior Easter blue
I know you tired of Chick-fil-A, come here, bae, we eatin' steak (come here, bae)
Crackers get me, I want you to wait for me like I'm Future and Drake
Thirty-five hundred to put these on your feet, nigga (on your feet, nigga)
I'ma wake 'em up for actin' like they sleep, nigga (nigga)
They ain't wanna see me make it, bitches had they nuts crossed
I7, flatscreen, interior duck sauce
Switchin' up my cars so them folks don't know what whip I'm in (what whip he in now?)
Hopped straight off the PJ, jumped in a Sprinter van (yoom)
Wrist game better, power-play catcher (brrt)
Run it up crazy (yeah), apply straight pressure (yeah)
Wrist game better, power-play catcher (brrt)
Run it up crazy (nigga), apply straight pressure (yeah)
Pull up in somethin' fancy, neck and wrist dancin' (bling)
Gamblin' with my life, shootin' dice, takin' chances (nigga)
I'm dog shit talkin' (yeah), wrist like a faucet (bling)
Them niggas workers, we self-made bosses (yeah)
The trap niggas winnin', baby, you know we got big pockets (Big Za)
Made millions off of chicken talkin', I done skipped college
Ten-pointers moonwalkin', baby, I got big diamonds (bling, bling)
F*ck a 'Vette, pull up TRX, we love big bodies (yoom)
We ain't gon' worry 'bout what they doin', bae, 'cause we on boss shit
Spent a twenty-ball in Louis, left with three outfits (bling)
You know you the biggest, bae, ain't nobody seein' you (huh)
Pull up white Double-R, interior Easter blue
(I love you, DZY)
Mr. Move That Dope
Whole lotta motion, whole lotta dog shit everywhere
Whole lotta traffic, beatin' that yard, nigga
The trap niggas winnin', baby, you know we got big pockets (Big Za)
Made millions off of chicken talkin', I done skipped college
Ten-pointers moonwalkin', baby, I got big diamonds (bling, bling)
F*ck a 'Vette, pull up TRX, we love big bodies (yoom)
We ain't gon' worry 'bout what they doin', bae, 'cause we on boss shit
Spent a twenty-ball in Louis, left with three outfits (bling)
You know you the biggest, bae, ain't nobody seein' you (huh)
Pull up white Double-R, interior Easter blue
I know you tired of Chick-fil-A, come here, bae, we eatin' steak (come here, bae)
Crackers get me, I want you to wait for me like I'm Future and Drake
Thirty-five hundred to put these on your feet, nigga (on your feet, nigga)
I'ma wake 'em up for actin' like they sleep, nigga (nigga)
They ain't wanna see me make it, bitches had they nuts crossed
I7, flatscreen, interior duck sauce
Switchin' up my cars so them folks don't know what whip I'm in (what whip he in now?)
Hopped straight off the PJ, jumped in a Sprinter van (yoom)
Wrist game better, power-play catcher (brrt)
Run it up crazy (yeah), apply straight pressure (yeah)
Wrist game better, power-play catcher (brrt)
Run it up crazy (nigga), apply straight pressure (yeah)
Pull up in somethin' fancy, neck and wrist dancin' (bling)
Gamblin' with my life, shootin' dice, takin' chances (nigga)
I'm dog shit talkin' (yeah), wrist like a faucet (bling)
Them niggas workers, we self-made bosses (yeah)
The trap niggas winnin', baby, you know we got big pockets (Big Za)
Made millions off of chicken talkin', I done skipped college
Ten-pointers moonwalkin', baby, I got big diamonds (bling, bling)
F*ck a 'Vette, pull up TRX, we love big bodies (yoom)
We ain't gon' worry 'bout what they doin', bae, 'cause we on boss shit
Spent a twenty-ball in Louis, left with three outfits (bling)
You know you the biggest, bae, ain't nobody seein' you (huh)
Pull up white Double-R, interior Easter blue
Writer: Anthony Howard, Devante McCreary, Dion Davenport, Levin Buhtz
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Motion
Yeah (yo, Zwerega, you so icy)
Yeah
Yeah
(King Nathan with another one)
Big Za
My neck hurt, big diamond chain on me, bae (bling)
You don't need your purse, everything on me, bae (come here, bae)
She say I dress nice and I'm handsome (and I'm handsome)
Bae, you know you fine, where you get all that ass from? (Where you get that ass from?)
Racks in my pocket, jeans overflowin'
Them niggas not it, we got heavy motion (nigga)
I'm smokin' on cat piss, three-five when I roll up (gas)
I'm swingin' in traffic, I'm Mr. Beat the Road Up (skrrt)
F*ck the beef, nigga, where the cheese, nigga? (Where the cheese, nigga?)
Fire up the joint, boy, stay on point, boy, huh (stay on point, boy)
Pull her hair, smack her ass, she call me daddy when I'm in her
F*ck her from the back, she lookin' back at it when I'm in her
Niggas pump fakin', they ain't havin', not even a little (nigga)
Pussy niggas hatin', it don't even matter, I'm still that nigga (pussy)
I'm screamin' free the real niggas still sittin' behind that wall (yeah)
I got dog shit on me, I'm the f*ckin' biggest dog
Two trap phones ringin', bitch, I'm tryna get it off (brrt)
I got two middle fingers and I'll give 'em to the law (f*ck 12, nigga)
Two trap phones ringin', bitch, I'm tryna get it off (brrt)
I got two middle fingers and I'll give 'em to the law (f*ck 12, nigga)
My neck hurt, big diamond chain on me, bae (bling)
You don't need your purse, everything on me, bae (come here, bae)
She say I dress nice and I'm handsome (and I'm handsome)
Bae, you know you fine, where you get all that ass from? (Where you get that ass from?)
Racks in my pocket, jeans overflowin'
Them niggas not it, we got heavy motion (nigga)
I'm smokin' on cat piss, three-five when I roll up (gas)
I'm swingin' in traffic, I'm Mr. Beat the Road Up (skrrt)
Yeah
Yeah
(King Nathan with another one)
Big Za
My neck hurt, big diamond chain on me, bae (bling)
You don't need your purse, everything on me, bae (come here, bae)
She say I dress nice and I'm handsome (and I'm handsome)
Bae, you know you fine, where you get all that ass from? (Where you get that ass from?)
Racks in my pocket, jeans overflowin'
Them niggas not it, we got heavy motion (nigga)
I'm smokin' on cat piss, three-five when I roll up (gas)
I'm swingin' in traffic, I'm Mr. Beat the Road Up (skrrt)
F*ck the beef, nigga, where the cheese, nigga? (Where the cheese, nigga?)
Fire up the joint, boy, stay on point, boy, huh (stay on point, boy)
Pull her hair, smack her ass, she call me daddy when I'm in her
F*ck her from the back, she lookin' back at it when I'm in her
Niggas pump fakin', they ain't havin', not even a little (nigga)
Pussy niggas hatin', it don't even matter, I'm still that nigga (pussy)
I'm screamin' free the real niggas still sittin' behind that wall (yeah)
I got dog shit on me, I'm the f*ckin' biggest dog
Two trap phones ringin', bitch, I'm tryna get it off (brrt)
I got two middle fingers and I'll give 'em to the law (f*ck 12, nigga)
Two trap phones ringin', bitch, I'm tryna get it off (brrt)
I got two middle fingers and I'll give 'em to the law (f*ck 12, nigga)
My neck hurt, big diamond chain on me, bae (bling)
You don't need your purse, everything on me, bae (come here, bae)
She say I dress nice and I'm handsome (and I'm handsome)
Bae, you know you fine, where you get all that ass from? (Where you get that ass from?)
Racks in my pocket, jeans overflowin'
Them niggas not it, we got heavy motion (nigga)
I'm smokin' on cat piss, three-five when I roll up (gas)
I'm swingin' in traffic, I'm Mr. Beat the Road Up (skrrt)
Writer: Devante McCreary, Nathan Silfain, Zmereha Yuriy
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
PJ
[ Featuring Lil Baby ]
Nigga
Yeah, yeah
Nigga
Big Za
(Gentle Beatz)
Yeah
I came a long way from lunch trays and eatin' rice, huh (yeah)
Phone ain't got no service, I'm on a PJ shootin' dice (yeah)
Went from fifty dollars to my name to 50K a night (nigga)
You wanna f*ck with Big Za, baby, you can't be scared of heights
I wanna take you to the sixtieth floor and f*ck you in a pent' (come here, bae)
Move them bags for me, baby, I'll pay your rent (come here, bae)
Tinted windows on the rentals, nothin' less than five percent, huh (no)
These niggas ain't ballin', you niggas be on the bench, mm (bench)
Niggas be on the sideline, you ain't get no playin' time (nigga)
I be with them shit poppers, ice on, I'm outside (bling)
Pockets full of cheese, nigga, fresher than Febreze, nigga (yeah)
Smellin' like some Creed, nigga (yeah), head to toe Celine, nigga (yeah)
Real solid street nigga, it's in my eyes, boy (yeah)
Come and get in with Too Slippery, shit'll change your life, boy (yeah)
Yeah, I'm screamin', "F*ck 12," 'til they free the guys, boy (f*ck 12)
You ain't gotta put me in the game 'cause I'm startin' five, boy
This ain't a game, this how I live (yeah)
Trap ain't dead, I'm dead for real (yeah)
I'm in a big body switchin' gears
Neck and wrist on Zephyrhills (bling)
Mouth on Aquafina, baby (bling)
Pockets thick like Serena, baby
Pull up in that-, yeah
Pull up, brand-new Beamer, baby (vyoom)
I came a long way from lunch trays and eatin' rice, huh (yeah)
Phone ain't got no service, I'm on a PJ shootin' dice (yeah)
Went from fifty dollars to my name to 50K a night (nigga)
You wanna f*ck with Big Za, baby, you can't be scared of heights
I wanna take you to the sixtieth floor and f*ck you in a pent' (come here, bae)
Move them bags for me, baby, I'll pay your rent (come here, bae)
Tinted windows on the rentals, nothin' less than five percent, huh (no)
These niggas ain't ballin', you niggas be on the bench, mm (bench)
Come here, hold 'em bags for me, baby, you can be my bitch
All them times I been in handcuffs, shit, I had to bust my wrist
On a PJ shootin' dice with Dlow, forty on the four
When we land, I hit a couple folks and tell 'em it's on the floor
My lil' young ho want exotic Birkin, she might know some shit (yeah)
Break down spot, this bitch on fire, another house for hoes in splits (yeah)
I can show you how to run it up, I really know this shit
Turn a pound into a hundred thou', I'm on the GOATed list
I'm the illest, baby (yeah), and the realest, baby (yeah)
Hundred-fifty-five pounds, but I'm the biggest, baby (yeah)
Treat these bags like kids, can't leave 'em unattended, baby (gotta watch 'em)
I'ma get this money, be there when I finish, baby (ho stop callin' me)
I came a long way from lunch trays and eatin' rice, huh (yeah)
Phone ain't got no service, I'm on a PJ shootin' dice (yeah)
Went from fifty dollars to my name to 50K a night (nigga)
You wanna f*ck with Big Za, baby, you can't be scared of heights
I wanna take you to the sixtieth floor and f*ck you in a pent' (come here, bae)
Move them bags for me, baby, I'll pay your rent (come here, bae)
Tinted windows on the rentals, nothin' less than five percent, huh (no)
These niggas ain't ballin', you niggas be on the bench, mm (bench)
Writer: Daniel Schnabel, Devante McCreary, Dominique Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Out The Mud
Uh, yeah
(This is a SaiDon exclusive)
(King Nathan with another one)
Uh, uh (Big Za)
I'm a big dog, you ain't on my level, boy (on my level, boy)
It's Merk City, 46th Ave forever, boy (46th Ave)
I went from catchin' plays to catchin' flights
You get down with this shit, this shit'll change your life (life)
F*ck 12, f*ck the state, f*ck the judge (f*ck the judge)
I'ma buy a monster truck 'cause I made it out the mud (out the mud)
That dress look good on you, but I wanna take it off, bae (take it off, bae)
Blew a bag in Lenox, I'm ballin' like the Hawks, bae
Huh, I been runnin' up these millis, I might go and buy a Richard
Rich nigga wake up in the mornin', put on thousand-dollar slippers
Blew forty racks in the club, I'ma show my ass every time
Pull up big body, hop out smellin' like Bond No. 9
'Bout my money, I'm pushin' up, I'm Big Za the landlord (Big Za)
Boss nigga, black trucks waitin' for me at the airport
Spent four thousand on a Louis bag just to put that bag in it (bag)
This a half-a-million-dollar car, still got a bunch of ash in it (Big Za)
When them boys had the ball, they was slammin' on me (they was slammin' on me)
And I'm screamin' f*ck the police and I'm standin' on it, uh (f*ck 12, nigga)
Come here, I'ma bless you, baby (come here, bae), lift the doors in the Tesla, baby
Flexin' like a wrestler, baby (rrr), I'm flyer than Delta, baby
Bitch, I'm flyer than United, mouth dancin', these bitches bitin' (bling)
Pack landed, I'm so excited, my neck and wrist be fightin' (bling)
Bitch, I'm flyer than Southwest, they want hoes, I'm 'bout checks (beep-beep-beep)
He ain't runnin' up no bag, he just run his mouth best
I'm a big dog, you ain't on my level, boy (on my level, boy)
It's Merk City, 46th Ave forever, boy (46th Ave)
I went from catchin' plays to catchin' flights
You get down with this shit, this shit'll change your life (life)
F*ck 12, f*ck the state, f*ck the judge (f*ck the judge)
I'ma buy a monster truck 'cause I made it out the mud (out the mud)
That dress look good on you, but I wanna take it off, bae (take it off, bae)
Blew a bag in Lenox, I'm ballin' like the Hawks, bae (yeah)
(This is a SaiDon exclusive)
(King Nathan with another one)
Uh, uh (Big Za)
I'm a big dog, you ain't on my level, boy (on my level, boy)
It's Merk City, 46th Ave forever, boy (46th Ave)
I went from catchin' plays to catchin' flights
You get down with this shit, this shit'll change your life (life)
F*ck 12, f*ck the state, f*ck the judge (f*ck the judge)
I'ma buy a monster truck 'cause I made it out the mud (out the mud)
That dress look good on you, but I wanna take it off, bae (take it off, bae)
Blew a bag in Lenox, I'm ballin' like the Hawks, bae
Huh, I been runnin' up these millis, I might go and buy a Richard
Rich nigga wake up in the mornin', put on thousand-dollar slippers
Blew forty racks in the club, I'ma show my ass every time
Pull up big body, hop out smellin' like Bond No. 9
'Bout my money, I'm pushin' up, I'm Big Za the landlord (Big Za)
Boss nigga, black trucks waitin' for me at the airport
Spent four thousand on a Louis bag just to put that bag in it (bag)
This a half-a-million-dollar car, still got a bunch of ash in it (Big Za)
When them boys had the ball, they was slammin' on me (they was slammin' on me)
And I'm screamin' f*ck the police and I'm standin' on it, uh (f*ck 12, nigga)
Come here, I'ma bless you, baby (come here, bae), lift the doors in the Tesla, baby
Flexin' like a wrestler, baby (rrr), I'm flyer than Delta, baby
Bitch, I'm flyer than United, mouth dancin', these bitches bitin' (bling)
Pack landed, I'm so excited, my neck and wrist be fightin' (bling)
Bitch, I'm flyer than Southwest, they want hoes, I'm 'bout checks (beep-beep-beep)
He ain't runnin' up no bag, he just run his mouth best
I'm a big dog, you ain't on my level, boy (on my level, boy)
It's Merk City, 46th Ave forever, boy (46th Ave)
I went from catchin' plays to catchin' flights
You get down with this shit, this shit'll change your life (life)
F*ck 12, f*ck the state, f*ck the judge (f*ck the judge)
I'ma buy a monster truck 'cause I made it out the mud (out the mud)
That dress look good on you, but I wanna take it off, bae (take it off, bae)
Blew a bag in Lenox, I'm ballin' like the Hawks, bae (yeah)
Writer: Devante McCreary, Nathan Silfain, Saidon Richardson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
What You Need
[ Featuring NoCap ]
Tune in, I'm tellin' you
I'm droppin' nothin' but gas
Foot on the motherf*ckin' gas, you hear me?
Yeah, Big Za
Big Za, yeah, huh
I'm a real trapper, tell me what you need (brrt-brrt)
Yeah, bitch, this a McLaren, I can't do nothin' but speed (yoom)
Left Klub 24 and blew a damn thirty (damn thirty)
Ayy, pull up, hop out cleaner than some damn detergent
Yeah, huh, that's my lil' shit, she missus perfect (come here, baby)
Yeah, and my pockets stuffed like a turkey (beep, beep, beep)
Huh, I'm the motherf*ckin' biggest, boy, let's make a bet
Huh, I'll pull up in some shit, make bitches break they neck (yoom)
I'll pull up in some shit'll make your jaw drop (jaw drop)
Lemon yellow 'Vette, come through lookin' like a cough drop (skrrt)
You can't sit on my lap, baby, I paid too much for these jeans
Might go Rolls-Royce Culli', blue inside like Listerine
She say, "Daddy, when I'ma see you?" I say, "Let me check my schedule"
I got 250K in twenties 'cause it look better
Broke, bum-ass bitch, tell me where you live at?
Who me? I'ma get a sack like Khalil Mack (yeah)
Thinkin' 'bout it now, I probably spent a half a mil' on clothes (yeah)
I just went on tour, I gave away money at all my shows (Big Za)
Oh, that's Dlow bendin' the block, get your kids out the road (yoom)
I got a lot of dog shit on me, you better cover up your nose
I'm a real trapper, tell me what you need (brrt-brrt)
Yeah, bitch, this a McLaren, I can't do nothin' but speed (yoom)
Left Klub 24 and blew a damn thirty (damn thirty)
Ayy, pull up, hop out cleaner than some damn detergent
Yeah, huh, that's my lil' shit, she missus perfect (come here, baby)
Yeah, and my pockets stuffed like a turkey (beep, beep, beep)
Huh, I'm the motherf*ckin' biggest, boy, let's make a bet
Huh, I'll pull up in some shit, make bitches break they neck (yoom)
I got tired of foreign cars, f*ck 'round, got a Chevy mounted
Christmas, I told Santa Claus, "Just bring me a money counter"
Bro seen too many of his niggas get put in a suit, that's why that blick got a button
I know I shouldn't be mixin' the family with business, I still give a job to my cousins
I'm out in London with a bad bitch, look like Tommy, I pay to remove her gut
Ask her, can she make it clap, she can make it talk instead
Do CPR on the bando, who the f*ck said trappin' dead?
Send a nigga straight to heaven, roll him up, then we inhale him
She bad and she don't hurt for nothin', shawty got her shit together
My jeweler, he on speed dial, I should slow down on this glitter
Nightmares on that Maybach pillow, guess this shit ain't what it seem
NoCap, Michael Jackson Thriller
Stuff a billi' in my jeans
I'm a real trapper, tell me what you need (brrt-brrt)
Yeah, bitch, this a McLaren, I can't do nothin' but speed (yoom)
Left Klub 24 and blew a damn thirty (damn thirty)
Ayy, pull up, hop out cleaner than some damn detergent
Yeah, huh, that's my lil' shit, she missus perfect (come here, baby)
Yeah, and my pockets stuffed like a turkey (beep, beep, beep)
Huh, I'm the motherf*ckin' biggest, boy, let's make a bet
Huh, I'll pull up in some shit, make bitches break they neck (yoom)
I'm cleanin' every stain, that's if you think 'bout murkin' me
She was everything before she got her surgery
Ride with three thousand shots, I'm feelin' like I'm Andre
I popped a half a pill, now she look like Beyoncé
Me and Dlow pull up back to back, shit like scoliosis
Know I should've been the quarterback, I got too much motion
Most of these niggas ain't never slain no one, but they know how to troll
Come to my block, this shit like UFC, the trap be full of bowls
I'm in Miami, slidin' in the Huracán like I'm Cameron or Jacob
Writer: Devante McCreary, Kobe Crawford
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Pushin Up
Yeah, yeah
Come here, baby
Uh, yeah (King Nathan with another one)
Uh
Come here, bae, you so goddamn fine, what's your number? (Come here, bae)
I been beatin' up the road, I got scars on my knuckles (skrrt)
Cheese-chasin', highway, speed-racin', doin' a hundred (yoom)
I'm in traffic, drivin' a f*ckin' G-Wagon like a Honda (yoom)
Niggas hatin' 'cause they ain't us
F*ck them niggas, I'm rich as f*ck (F*ck 'em)
You lookin' for me, I'm cookin' up
Where it's at? I'm pushin' up
Money good, trap swingin'
I'm beatin' the pot up like I'm angry
I can run it up with no ankles
I got chicken like Bojangles (nigga)
I got chicken like Zaxby's, nigga
Want some- get at me, nigga (brrt)
I'm Mr. Beat the F*ckin' Road, I'm Mr. F*ck up Traffic, nigga (yoom)
I'm on a jet drinkin' champagne with no ice, nigga (no ice, nigga)
Huh, I got too much dogshit on me, run the lights, nigga (run the lights, nigga)
F*ck them lames, you look better with a boss, baby (come here, bae)
I'll buy you Chrome Heart, let me nail you to the cross, baby (come here, bae)
Punchin' her good, I'm deep in her
These pussy-niggas pretenders (pussy-niggas)
I'm a real street nigga
I keep switchin' up vehicles (yoom)
I ain't tuckin' nothin', I'm outside with all my ice, nigga (nigga)
I ain't catchin' feelings for these bitches, I'm catchin' flights, nigga (phew)
You better get some f*ckin' motion, that's my best advice, nigga (nigga)
I'll never be a rat, I put that on my life, nigga (nigga)
Put that on my soul, baby
Designer on my clothes, baby
Jewelry ice, it froze, baby (bling)
100K, two shows, baby (beep, beep)
I bought my ice when I got hot
I can go Maybach off the lot (yoom)
I can point you to the- I got whatever, just drop the dot (nigga)
Come here, bae, you so goddamn fine, what's your number? (Come here, bae)
I been beatin' up the road, I got scars on my knuckles (skrrt)
Cheese-chasin', highway, speed-racin', doin' a hundred (yoom)
I'm in traffic, drivin' a f*ckin' G-Wagon like a Honda (yoom)
Niggas hatin' 'cause they ain't us
F*ck them niggas, I'm rich as f*ck (f*ck 'em)
You lookin' for me, I'm cookin' up
Where it's at? I'm pushin' up
Money good, trap swingin'
I'm beatin' the pot up like I'm angry
I can run it up with no ankles
I got chicken like Bojangles (nigga)
Come here, baby
Uh, yeah (King Nathan with another one)
Uh
Come here, bae, you so goddamn fine, what's your number? (Come here, bae)
I been beatin' up the road, I got scars on my knuckles (skrrt)
Cheese-chasin', highway, speed-racin', doin' a hundred (yoom)
I'm in traffic, drivin' a f*ckin' G-Wagon like a Honda (yoom)
Niggas hatin' 'cause they ain't us
F*ck them niggas, I'm rich as f*ck (F*ck 'em)
You lookin' for me, I'm cookin' up
Where it's at? I'm pushin' up
Money good, trap swingin'
I'm beatin' the pot up like I'm angry
I can run it up with no ankles
I got chicken like Bojangles (nigga)
I got chicken like Zaxby's, nigga
Want some- get at me, nigga (brrt)
I'm Mr. Beat the F*ckin' Road, I'm Mr. F*ck up Traffic, nigga (yoom)
I'm on a jet drinkin' champagne with no ice, nigga (no ice, nigga)
Huh, I got too much dogshit on me, run the lights, nigga (run the lights, nigga)
F*ck them lames, you look better with a boss, baby (come here, bae)
I'll buy you Chrome Heart, let me nail you to the cross, baby (come here, bae)
Punchin' her good, I'm deep in her
These pussy-niggas pretenders (pussy-niggas)
I'm a real street nigga
I keep switchin' up vehicles (yoom)
I ain't tuckin' nothin', I'm outside with all my ice, nigga (nigga)
I ain't catchin' feelings for these bitches, I'm catchin' flights, nigga (phew)
You better get some f*ckin' motion, that's my best advice, nigga (nigga)
I'll never be a rat, I put that on my life, nigga (nigga)
Put that on my soul, baby
Designer on my clothes, baby
Jewelry ice, it froze, baby (bling)
100K, two shows, baby (beep, beep)
I bought my ice when I got hot
I can go Maybach off the lot (yoom)
I can point you to the- I got whatever, just drop the dot (nigga)
Come here, bae, you so goddamn fine, what's your number? (Come here, bae)
I been beatin' up the road, I got scars on my knuckles (skrrt)
Cheese-chasin', highway, speed-racin', doin' a hundred (yoom)
I'm in traffic, drivin' a f*ckin' G-Wagon like a Honda (yoom)
Niggas hatin' 'cause they ain't us
F*ck them niggas, I'm rich as f*ck (f*ck 'em)
You lookin' for me, I'm cookin' up
Where it's at? I'm pushin' up
Money good, trap swingin'
I'm beatin' the pot up like I'm angry
I can run it up with no ankles
I got chicken like Bojangles (nigga)
Writer: Devante McCreary, Nathan Silfain
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Dlow Flintstone
Yeah (big Za)
Can't none of y'all compare to me, I ain't them other guys (no)
Pull up 'Rari doors open, look just like a butterfly (yoom)
Mouth hittin', pants saggin', blue hundreds showin', nigga (bling)
That's light work, my feet hurt in these Rick Owens, nigga (nigga)
Sixty racks just to smile, bitch, I don't need to talk (nigga)
He ain't gon' do nothin' with it, coach, just give me the ball (put me in, coach)
We'll get his mind right if his ass get wrong
Mouth full of big rocks, bitch, I'm Dlow Flintstone (bling)
You ain't gotta ask 'em what's the price, bae, go 'head, grab that (come here, bae)
Where I'm from, you ain't gotta no money, your ass get laughed at
I stayed up long nights just to have this shit
I'm drivin' the Lamb' truck like, "Hold on, bitch, you 'bout to crash this bitch" (nigga)
I'm like, "Hold on, bro, you trippin'," I'm doin' a hundred in a sixty (yoom)
When it come to applyin' pressure, niggas know I'm comin' with it (nigga)
Valet parkin', Neiman Marcus, I be f*ckin' up the stores, baby (yeah)
She know I'm a rich nigga, designer on my clothes, baby (yeah)
Take them Jordans off, I'll put Gucci on your toes, baby (come here, bae)
Million-dollar nigga, wrist icy, froze, baby (bling)
I got work, I got clientele, I just need the clock (nigga)
I'm a multi-millionaire, still can't leave the block
Can't none of y'all compare to me, I ain't them other guys (no)
Pull up 'Rari doors open, look just like a butterfly (yoom)
Mouth hittin', pants saggin', blue hundreds showin', nigga (bling)
That's light work, my feet hurt in these Rick Owens, nigga (nigga)
Sixty racks just to smile, bitch, I don't need to talk (nigga)
He ain't gon' do nothin' with it, coach, just give me the ball (put me in, coach)
We'll get his mind right if his ass get wrong
Mouth full of big rocks, bitch, I'm Dlow Flintstone (bling)
Can't none of y'all compare to me, I ain't them other guys (no)
Pull up 'Rari doors open, look just like a butterfly (yoom)
Mouth hittin', pants saggin', blue hundreds showin', nigga (bling)
That's light work, my feet hurt in these Rick Owens, nigga (nigga)
Sixty racks just to smile, bitch, I don't need to talk (nigga)
He ain't gon' do nothin' with it, coach, just give me the ball (put me in, coach)
We'll get his mind right if his ass get wrong
Mouth full of big rocks, bitch, I'm Dlow Flintstone (bling)
You ain't gotta ask 'em what's the price, bae, go 'head, grab that (come here, bae)
Where I'm from, you ain't gotta no money, your ass get laughed at
I stayed up long nights just to have this shit
I'm drivin' the Lamb' truck like, "Hold on, bitch, you 'bout to crash this bitch" (nigga)
I'm like, "Hold on, bro, you trippin'," I'm doin' a hundred in a sixty (yoom)
When it come to applyin' pressure, niggas know I'm comin' with it (nigga)
Valet parkin', Neiman Marcus, I be f*ckin' up the stores, baby (yeah)
She know I'm a rich nigga, designer on my clothes, baby (yeah)
Take them Jordans off, I'll put Gucci on your toes, baby (come here, bae)
Million-dollar nigga, wrist icy, froze, baby (bling)
I got work, I got clientele, I just need the clock (nigga)
I'm a multi-millionaire, still can't leave the block
Can't none of y'all compare to me, I ain't them other guys (no)
Pull up 'Rari doors open, look just like a butterfly (yoom)
Mouth hittin', pants saggin', blue hundreds showin', nigga (bling)
That's light work, my feet hurt in these Rick Owens, nigga (nigga)
Sixty racks just to smile, bitch, I don't need to talk (nigga)
He ain't gon' do nothin' with it, coach, just give me the ball (put me in, coach)
We'll get his mind right if his ass get wrong
Mouth full of big rocks, bitch, I'm Dlow Flintstone (bling)
Writer: Devante McCreary, Dion Davenport, Djimitry Larochelle, Ian Lewis, Mark Nikolaev
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Dlow Gucci
(Natra not your average)
Yeah, yeah
(At the dub, bitch, I'm hard)
Big Za
All this water on my chest, let me take off my damn shirt
Every time I- it make my neck hurt (yeah)
Huh, eight-hundred-dollar Louis belt, six hundred on cologne (cologne)
Huh, AP cost like eighty G's, bitch, my money long (nigga)
You see them Cuban links, boy, I'm from Florida (I'm from Florida)
I got M&Ms, baby, I ain't normal (I ain't normal)
Huh, paper everywhere, baby, I'm a hoarder (I'm a hoarder)
Huh, real trapper, I can sell a fish water (fish water)
Real trapper, I can sell a roach Raid, baby (Roach Raid, baby)
I can get you Christian Loubs if you behave, baby (if you behave, baby)
Chrome Heart with the red bottoms, he ain't no damn Christian (no)
Just give me the rock, I don't do no damn missing (nigga)
I can do what I wanna do, I got plenty money
If the police get behind me, I'ma hit it on 'em (yoom)
I'm the biggest, baby, it don't get no bigger than Big Za
You ain't locked in with the gang, boy, you can't get in my car
Movin' like the president, catch me in traffic, boy (yoom)
You wanna pull out half a million, I can match it, boy (facts)
I am not no sit-in-the-house nigga, I get active, boy (facts)
I keep shittin' on these niggas, my bad, it's a habit, boy
All this water on my chest, let me take off my damn shirt
Every time I- it make my neck hurt (yeah)
Huh, eight-hundred-dollar Louis belt, six hundred on cologne (cologne)
Huh, AP cost like eighty G's, bitch, my money long (nigga)
You see them Cuban links, boy, I'm from Florida (I'm from Florida)
I got M&Ms, baby, I ain't normal (I ain't normal)
Huh, paper everywhere, baby, I'm a hoarder (I'm a hoarder)
Huh, real trapper, I can sell a fish water (fish water)
Yeah, yeah
(At the dub, bitch, I'm hard)
Big Za
All this water on my chest, let me take off my damn shirt
Every time I- it make my neck hurt (yeah)
Huh, eight-hundred-dollar Louis belt, six hundred on cologne (cologne)
Huh, AP cost like eighty G's, bitch, my money long (nigga)
You see them Cuban links, boy, I'm from Florida (I'm from Florida)
I got M&Ms, baby, I ain't normal (I ain't normal)
Huh, paper everywhere, baby, I'm a hoarder (I'm a hoarder)
Huh, real trapper, I can sell a fish water (fish water)
Real trapper, I can sell a roach Raid, baby (Roach Raid, baby)
I can get you Christian Loubs if you behave, baby (if you behave, baby)
Chrome Heart with the red bottoms, he ain't no damn Christian (no)
Just give me the rock, I don't do no damn missing (nigga)
I can do what I wanna do, I got plenty money
If the police get behind me, I'ma hit it on 'em (yoom)
I'm the biggest, baby, it don't get no bigger than Big Za
You ain't locked in with the gang, boy, you can't get in my car
Movin' like the president, catch me in traffic, boy (yoom)
You wanna pull out half a million, I can match it, boy (facts)
I am not no sit-in-the-house nigga, I get active, boy (facts)
I keep shittin' on these niggas, my bad, it's a habit, boy
All this water on my chest, let me take off my damn shirt
Every time I- it make my neck hurt (yeah)
Huh, eight-hundred-dollar Louis belt, six hundred on cologne (cologne)
Huh, AP cost like eighty G's, bitch, my money long (nigga)
You see them Cuban links, boy, I'm from Florida (I'm from Florida)
I got M&Ms, baby, I ain't normal (I ain't normal)
Huh, paper everywhere, baby, I'm a hoarder (I'm a hoarder)
Huh, real trapper, I can sell a fish water (fish water)
Writer: Christopher Gibbs, Devante McCreary, Dion Davenport
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Boxing Night
[ Featuring Babyface Ray ]
Don't f*ckin' say nothing to me in my ear
'Cause when I leave, I'm not gonna remember that shit
But y'all niggas really be tryna act like y'all sayin' somethin' to me important
Bruh, I don't give a f*ck what's going on
BossMan Dlow playin', I'm tryna hear this shit, bro
(Pipe that shit up, TNT)
(Ayy, turn them keys up, Keyman)
Right hours, nigga
Nigga
Big Za
Yeah
Big Za (yeah)
Pants fallin' off my ass, it's fifty bands in it
I jumped in that water, grabbed the pot and put some sand in it
Black Porsches and black Air Forces, we stand on business
My diamonds hittin' back and forth like we playin' tennis (bling)
My neck hittin' like it's f*ckin' boxing night, baby (bling)
My mouth hittin' like we in a hockey fight, baby (yeah)
We some boss ass niggas, yeah (yeah)
We some boss ass niggas, we gon' pay the price, baby (yeah)
I was grindin' all kind of nights, I had prayed for this (I prayed for this)
I be bendin' corners all in traffic like I'm made for this
If I don't make it rappin', I be somewhere catchin' plays and shit (brr)
I got these Cuban bracelets 'round my wrist, nigga, I slaved for this (yeah)
I'm drivin' the big body like I stole somethin' (like I stole somethin')
I'm corner bendin' cheffin' like I know somethin' (like I know somethin')
I ain't tryna mean mug with ya, nigga, I'm up a M (I'm up a M)
I say, "Baby, you so fine," she say, "Bae, you him" (bae, you him)
I say, "Bae, you got that shit on," she say, "Bae, you trim" (bae, you trim)
She say, "Bae, f*ck them niggas, you ain't one of them" (f*ck them niggas, baby)
Huh, ten pointers in my mouth, 50K the play (bling)
And I snuck eighty racks passed TSA (Big Za)
Pants fallin' off my ass, it's fifty bands in it
I jumped in that water, grabbed the pot and put some sand in it
Black Porsches and black Air Forces, we stand on business
My diamonds hittin' back and forth like we playin' tennis (bling)
My neck hittin' like it's f*ckin' boxing night, baby (bling)
My mouth hittin' like we in a hockey fight, baby (yeah)
We some boss ass niggas, yeah (yeah)
We some boss ass niggas, we gon' pay the price, baby (yeah, ayy)
Rich-ass nigga, I'ma put-, yeah (ffft)
Foreign car whipper, I'ma put some hoes in it (Mob)
The whole chicken out the trap and it ain't got a stove in it (the f*ck?)
My youngin sittin' in the car 'cause he can't get the pole in here (he can't get the pole in)
Ayy, one of those niggas, I ain't one of those niggas (I ain't one of those niggas)
Camo Valentino down like a Hollygrove nigga (ooh)
F*ckin' gold diggers, bitch, I'm rose gold kitted (rose gold)
Overseas, tryna figure out how to bring the load with me (shh)
Ex-trap star, baby (baby), not a rap star, baby (baby)
Run with movers and the shakers, can't get blackballed, baby (f*ck nah)
Right wrist ninety and my Patek cost me eighty (mm-hmm)
Hit the lights and then I skated, gettin' low from the statey, yeah (skrrt)
Boss-ass nigga, yeah
Boss-ass nigga, buy a mansion out in Katy
Might have a couple dog bricks, they freed my nigga AD
Three hundred P's on a PJ, where the f*ck is TSA at?
I say, "Bitch, you so fine, but who the f*ck your friend?"
Countin' so much paper, lil' nigga, I done cut my hand
Twenty-four back, 200K to play
Wavy flake P's, for forty-eight, 200K today
Pants fallin' off my ass, it's fifty bands in it
I jumped in that water, grabbed the pot and put some sand in it
Black Porsches and black Air Forces, we stand on business
My diamonds hittin' back and forth like we playin' tennis (bling)
My neck hittin' like it's f*ckin' boxing night, baby (bling)
My mouth hittin' like we in a hockey fight, baby (yeah)
We some boss ass niggas, yeah (yeah)
We some boss ass niggas, we gon' pay the price, baby (yeah)
Writer: Devante McCreary, Hunter Sallis, Marcellus Rayvon Register, Thomas Horton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
For Days
Uh (Lako)
Yeah, nigga, nigga (Uno got the streets going crazy)
Uh, yeah, yeah, uh
Huh, bitch, it's Big Za, I got 'Za and lows for days (Big Za)
I be dripped out, I got designer clothes for days (drip)
I grinded for this shit, nigga, I beat the road for days (yoom)
I ain't chasin' nan bitch, nigga, I got hoes for days (facts)
Bitch, it's Big Za, I got 'Za and lows for days (Big Za)
I be dripped out, I got designer clothes for days (drip)
I grinded for this shit, nigga, I beat the road for days (yoom)
I ain't chasin' nan bitch, nigga, I got hoes for days (facts)
Kick his pussy ass out the circle, he a rat, that nigga played (played)
He say he want a- uh, okay, bet, I'm on the way (yoom)
I'ma die 'bout my respect, one of us going to the grave (nigga)
I got fifty on my neck, I smoke fifty-dollar eighths
Huh, free my nigga Tory
Uh, streets can't even ignore me (yeah)
Uh, thick bitch throwin' that ass back, she say, "Bae, record me" (yeah)
I'll get you some more
Pay me everything you owe (nigga)
I got straight drop
I need all mine off top (top)
Huh, bitch, it's Big Za, I got 'Za and lows for days (Big Za)
I be dripped out, I got designer clothes for days (drip)
I grinded for this shit, nigga, I beat the road for days (yoom)
I ain't chasin' nan bitch, nigga, I got hoes for days (facts)
Bitch, it's Big Za, I got 'Za and lows for days (Big Za)
I be dripped out, I got designer clothes for days (drip)
I grinded for this shit, nigga, I beat the road for days (yoom)
I ain't chasin' nan bitch, nigga, I got hoes for days (facts)
Cash out in the mall, that ain't cost shit, uh (shit ain't cost nothin')
Tried to go against me and he lost quick (lost quickly)
I'm a boss nigga, she a boss bitch, uh (she a boss bitch)
Amiri'd down, this ain't no Lacoste fit, uh (nigga)
He ain't SpongeBob, but he be bubblin' (he be bubblin')
Packs goin' out, money comin' in (money comin' in)
I look like an extension cord, plugged in (plugged in)
Walk straight in the game, you ain't gotta sub me in (nigga)
Huh, bitch, it's Big Za, I got 'Za and lows for days (Big Za)
I be dripped out, I got designer clothes for days (drip)
I grinded for this shit, nigga, I beat the road for days (yoom)
I ain't chasin' nan bitch, nigga, I got hoes for days (facts)
Bitch, it's Big Za, I got 'Za and lows for days (Big Za)
I be dripped out, I got designer clothes for days (drip)
I grinded for this shit, nigga, I beat the road for days (yoom)
I ain't chasin' nan bitch, nigga, I got hoes for days (facts)
(Lako)
Yeah, nigga, nigga (Uno got the streets going crazy)
Uh, yeah, yeah, uh
Huh, bitch, it's Big Za, I got 'Za and lows for days (Big Za)
I be dripped out, I got designer clothes for days (drip)
I grinded for this shit, nigga, I beat the road for days (yoom)
I ain't chasin' nan bitch, nigga, I got hoes for days (facts)
Bitch, it's Big Za, I got 'Za and lows for days (Big Za)
I be dripped out, I got designer clothes for days (drip)
I grinded for this shit, nigga, I beat the road for days (yoom)
I ain't chasin' nan bitch, nigga, I got hoes for days (facts)
Kick his pussy ass out the circle, he a rat, that nigga played (played)
He say he want a- uh, okay, bet, I'm on the way (yoom)
I'ma die 'bout my respect, one of us going to the grave (nigga)
I got fifty on my neck, I smoke fifty-dollar eighths
Huh, free my nigga Tory
Uh, streets can't even ignore me (yeah)
Uh, thick bitch throwin' that ass back, she say, "Bae, record me" (yeah)
I'll get you some more
Pay me everything you owe (nigga)
I got straight drop
I need all mine off top (top)
Huh, bitch, it's Big Za, I got 'Za and lows for days (Big Za)
I be dripped out, I got designer clothes for days (drip)
I grinded for this shit, nigga, I beat the road for days (yoom)
I ain't chasin' nan bitch, nigga, I got hoes for days (facts)
Bitch, it's Big Za, I got 'Za and lows for days (Big Za)
I be dripped out, I got designer clothes for days (drip)
I grinded for this shit, nigga, I beat the road for days (yoom)
I ain't chasin' nan bitch, nigga, I got hoes for days (facts)
Cash out in the mall, that ain't cost shit, uh (shit ain't cost nothin')
Tried to go against me and he lost quick (lost quickly)
I'm a boss nigga, she a boss bitch, uh (she a boss bitch)
Amiri'd down, this ain't no Lacoste fit, uh (nigga)
He ain't SpongeBob, but he be bubblin' (he be bubblin')
Packs goin' out, money comin' in (money comin' in)
I look like an extension cord, plugged in (plugged in)
Walk straight in the game, you ain't gotta sub me in (nigga)
Huh, bitch, it's Big Za, I got 'Za and lows for days (Big Za)
I be dripped out, I got designer clothes for days (drip)
I grinded for this shit, nigga, I beat the road for days (yoom)
I ain't chasin' nan bitch, nigga, I got hoes for days (facts)
Bitch, it's Big Za, I got 'Za and lows for days (Big Za)
I be dripped out, I got designer clothes for days (drip)
I grinded for this shit, nigga, I beat the road for days (yoom)
I ain't chasin' nan bitch, nigga, I got hoes for days (facts)
(Lako)
Writer: Devante McCreary, Eli Gerald Haire, Olalekan Olabisi Akinyokunbo
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Shake Dat Ass (Twerk Song)
Uh
Yeah
Big Za
I'm a gettin' money-ass nigga
And I ain't chasin' shit unless it's money and liquor
Naw, I ain't no referee, but she know I'm official
She got both asscheeks bouncin', that's double dribble
That ass perfect, baby
I love the way you bend it over and twerk it, baby
You know you doin' that shit on purpose, baby
That pussy wetter than some water, let me surf it, baby
He don't like me, but his bitch love me
Got kicked out the house at fourteen, I was still thuggin'
She ate that dick so much, her knee ugly
He know I f*cked the bitch, he seen me and be mean muggin'
Uh, that shit don't mean nothin'
You play with me and you know how my team comin'
Ayy, that ass sit up better than two bunkbeds
Oh, she thick, thick, she eat her cornbread
Yeah, yeah, that shit there homemade
She get on her knees and make that ass go both ways
She mix Patrón with the OJ
She mix Amiri with the Dolce
If he can't buy you Dior, then he pi-or
Or maybe you just a basic bitch
Keep a—, nigga play, spray the bitch
I'm so clean, look at me, take a pic
I got bands in my pants, I'm so lit
I'm pullin' up foreign truck, five percent
That ass natural, I gotta have it, look how it sit
Get on your ass, she gon' crash 'bout that dick
She talkin' to me like she like me or somethin'
Bae, bend that ass over like you hikin' or somethin'
She wanna f*ck me and her friend like she dykin' or somethin'
Oh, just do it to me, baby, like this Nike or somethin'
She talkin' to me like she like me or somethin'
Bae, bend that ass over like you hikin' or somethin'
She wanna f*ck me and her friend like she dykin' or somethin'
Oh, just do it to me, baby, like this Nike or somethin'
I'm a gettin' money-ass nigga
And I ain't chasin' shit unless it's money and liquor
Naw, I ain't no referee, but she know I'm official
She got both asscheeks bouncin', that's double dribble
That ass perfect, baby
I love the way you bend it over and twerk it, baby
You know you doin' that shit on purpose, baby
That pussy wetter than some water, let me surf it, baby
That ass perfect, baby
That shit perfect, baby
Oh, I love the way you twerk it, baby
That shit perfect, baby
Slow motion, baby
Wanna see you bust it open, baby
That ass perfect, baby
That shit perfect, baby
I'm a gettin' money-ass nigga
And I ain't chasin' shit unless it's money and liquor
Naw, I ain't no referee, but she know I'm official
She got both asscheeks bouncin', that's double dribble
That ass perfect, baby
I love the way you bend it over and twerk it, baby
You know you doin' that shit on purpose, baby
That pussy wetter than some water, let me surf it, baby
Yeah
Big Za
I'm a gettin' money-ass nigga
And I ain't chasin' shit unless it's money and liquor
Naw, I ain't no referee, but she know I'm official
She got both asscheeks bouncin', that's double dribble
That ass perfect, baby
I love the way you bend it over and twerk it, baby
You know you doin' that shit on purpose, baby
That pussy wetter than some water, let me surf it, baby
He don't like me, but his bitch love me
Got kicked out the house at fourteen, I was still thuggin'
She ate that dick so much, her knee ugly
He know I f*cked the bitch, he seen me and be mean muggin'
Uh, that shit don't mean nothin'
You play with me and you know how my team comin'
Ayy, that ass sit up better than two bunkbeds
Oh, she thick, thick, she eat her cornbread
Yeah, yeah, that shit there homemade
She get on her knees and make that ass go both ways
She mix Patrón with the OJ
She mix Amiri with the Dolce
If he can't buy you Dior, then he pi-or
Or maybe you just a basic bitch
Keep a—, nigga play, spray the bitch
I'm so clean, look at me, take a pic
I got bands in my pants, I'm so lit
I'm pullin' up foreign truck, five percent
That ass natural, I gotta have it, look how it sit
Get on your ass, she gon' crash 'bout that dick
She talkin' to me like she like me or somethin'
Bae, bend that ass over like you hikin' or somethin'
She wanna f*ck me and her friend like she dykin' or somethin'
Oh, just do it to me, baby, like this Nike or somethin'
She talkin' to me like she like me or somethin'
Bae, bend that ass over like you hikin' or somethin'
She wanna f*ck me and her friend like she dykin' or somethin'
Oh, just do it to me, baby, like this Nike or somethin'
I'm a gettin' money-ass nigga
And I ain't chasin' shit unless it's money and liquor
Naw, I ain't no referee, but she know I'm official
She got both asscheeks bouncin', that's double dribble
That ass perfect, baby
I love the way you bend it over and twerk it, baby
You know you doin' that shit on purpose, baby
That pussy wetter than some water, let me surf it, baby
That ass perfect, baby
That shit perfect, baby
Oh, I love the way you twerk it, baby
That shit perfect, baby
Slow motion, baby
Wanna see you bust it open, baby
That ass perfect, baby
That shit perfect, baby
I'm a gettin' money-ass nigga
And I ain't chasin' shit unless it's money and liquor
Naw, I ain't no referee, but she know I'm official
She got both asscheeks bouncin', that's double dribble
That ass perfect, baby
I love the way you bend it over and twerk it, baby
You know you doin' that shit on purpose, baby
That pussy wetter than some water, let me surf it, baby
Writer: Devante McCreary, Deshaun Carpenter
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Bossman Dlow's debut studio album, Dlow Curry, was released on December 13th, 2024. The 20-track LP features collaborations with artists such as Ice Spice, French Montana, Lil Baby, and NoCap. The album has received mixed reviews from critics, with some praising Bossman Dlow's unique voice and others finding the raps uninspired and the delivery questionable.
The album includes 20 tracks, with notable features from Ice Spice on "Pillsbury Dlow" and French Montana on "Mo Chicken." Other notable collaborations include Lil Baby and NoCap on "PJ" and "What You Need," respectively.
Reviews for Dlow Curry have been mixed. Some critics have praised Bossman Dlow's unique voice, while others have found the album to be bland and uninspired. The feature list has also been criticized, with some arguing that the collaborations with Ice Spice and French Montana do not add much to the album.
Performed By:
Bossman DlowThe album includes 20 tracks, with notable features from Ice Spice on "Pillsbury Dlow" and French Montana on "Mo Chicken." Other notable collaborations include Lil Baby and NoCap on "PJ" and "What You Need," respectively.
Reviews for Dlow Curry have been mixed. Some critics have praised Bossman Dlow's unique voice, while others have found the album to be bland and uninspired. The feature list has also been criticized, with some arguing that the collaborations with Ice Spice and French Montana do not add much to the album.
Featuring: Ice Spice, French Montana, Lil Baby, NoCap
Genre(s): Rap
Released: December 13th, 2024
Year: 2024