gun, got time and a half Got hazard pay, just the fuck what you would do We just want, we just need We just want, we just need big money
Překlad: Big Black. Big Money.
[Verse 1 - Cyhi] It may seem I'm sitting on a fortune But sometimes money is just so important In my hood, I'm equivalent to Jordan Dribbling on the court
is my capital feature I stuff her ass up like a pair of new sneakers Back to the subject at hand Baby I'm a wealthy ass young black man Flow more rare than finding black
't play, I push it down wit the Harlem Heat (Uh-huh) All a sudden niggaz got a problem wit me (Black, what happened?) They run around actin' like the black
movin' Quit that! You a big cat? (Uh-huh, yeah) Where your chicks at? Where your whips at? (Yeah, where dey at?) Wherever you get stacks, I'ma fix that Everything that's big
sneakers Gold pieces molded with Jesus features Give streets the fever From the way I spit the Ether Came on the scene at 19, a gritty fiefa For money
When it go down then we draw heat together Since I made the connection with the big man I done got big plans to be a little nigga in the big land Ghetto
' joints, money off and on the books The ones who stand firm like ain't, nuttin' shook about them I doubt them cats waitin' for me, you know them niggaz Them big
want peace And I still can't stand to see blacks beefin' Y'all still sleepin' and we still eatin' Still bring that heat, wilin' out on the weekends Still happy in black
Let it go (Let this angel life go) Let yourself go (Time is passin' 'til the cops come) Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress (On and on and on and
Familia The saga baby Before I met you couldn't take stress 'Cause after BIG died my nigga Mase less And that's when I started havin faithless 'Cause Black
finish (take that) Venice took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch Black Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no replacin him (Black
-six, Big showed me what to do But deep in my heart, this is 'No Way Out II' I spend absurd money, private bird money That Bill Gates, Donald Trump, Bloomberg money
gonna get you nuthin' but choked (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) And that jealousy is only gonna leave you broke So, the only thing left now is God for these cats And BIG
a black cell, flip it, sippin on Whitman cool mints Rumors spread, half a G she took, six or more Two bagged up, four went raw Back of my mind countin up the big
Act a fool you better watch out (Uh-huh) Hot shit be ringin the cops out (Come On) Street niggas is ringin them shots out [P. Diddy] Short circuits blacken
streets I'll play your pussy down with the Harlem Heat (Uh, huh) All a sudden niggaz got a problem wit me (Black, what happened?) They run around actin' like the black
