WORD 2 BIG & TROUB.

(Yeah)
(Lotta niggas)
(Who better?)
(Always)
Uh, uh, uh
Yeah (AK, turn me up)

Still screamin' long live Big
Look, I remember days he would say I'd be this big
I'm the shit like I can't piss, huh
Even if I'm guilty, in your eyes, man, I'm innocent
Can't be playin' on the internet
Look, save the small talk for your dogs, I ain't into that
Ayy, I'm a dog when it's 'bout a check
Hey, if I fall, then you'd better catch
After I dog her, I tell her, "Next"
Okay, look, penthouse on Biscayne, bitch, all of us in that

If you let me hit once, you always gon' spin back
She told her friend, now they all in my business
Fucked on her friend, now they all in they feelings
Okay, Lil Fly told me not to, and I damn sure ain't listen
I fucked up, 'cause everything come with consequences
Go get your bucks up 'cause going against us, you gotta spend it
You niggas lucked up, you better thank God I went to prison
Look, got your main bitch beggin' me to put the tip in
I was just playin' in your mouth, we ain't kissin'
I just put 200 in my mouth, ain't no French kiss

And I went Picasso in the house on some rich shit
Gone for a year and they keep tellin' me that I'm different
Mom knew I was a problem since an infant
I just spent over a million in an instant
I just came home like I never lost a penny
Okay, Dominicans, Black bitches, long-haired Indians
We gon' get this money and leave it all to our descendants
Uh, twenty Rolls trucks with the fam, now I'm trendin'
House so damn big, park a Lam' in the kitchen
Thought I was a Blood, all these B's, this a billion

I can't take advice from no dweeb, you a civilian
You ain't never strike, so I don't need your opinion
You don't know the feeling when your palm steady, itchin'
You know I fuck with bro because he aim with precision
We ain't aimin' at niggas, man, we aimin' for a trillion
Cartier frames solitaire, do your big one
All rose-gold, skelly plain, this the big one
Look, Louis luggage, hoppin' off the plane like I'm Boston
George, we don't ever talk to them boys
Okay, look, brought a million dollars to the hood, fuck awards

They say I'm worth a million on the Forbes, that ain't enough
I just came home, you still playin' catch up
The paint on the 'Rari mustard, catch up
Look, you gotta stop lyin' to these hoes, word to Troub'
Ayy, when you don't tell the truth, it make it hard to open up
When the whip bulletproof, the doors hard to open up
Ayy, when the car is a coupe, you gotta offset 'em

When you pray about it, make it all better
When you pray about it, make it all better
We was fucked up, and ain't nobody help us
We was fucked up, and ain't nobody help us