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Bigger
1,387
Hip-Hop/Rap
Bigger was released on July 30, 2019 by Talk Money Ent. as a part of the album Talk Money Tape 2
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Release DateJuly 30, 2019
LabelTalk Money Ent.
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich The Kid
Rich The Kid
Performer
Jay Critch
Jay Critch
Performer
Mally Bandz
Mally Bandz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jamaal Fields
Jamaal Fields
Composer
Jason Critchlow
Jason Critchlow
Composer
Dimitri Roger
Dimitri Roger
Composer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Got it on smash
OG Parker
[Verse 2]
Pull up looking like the paparazzi, watch flashing like it take pictures
Slow money over no money, but we get it in way quicker
Pinky ring, all tipsy, diamonds throwing shots like liquor (Hey)
We just made another bag, let's have a toast to all of my ****
That money be calling me, pick up
Don't fold, don't switch up
Ice cold, give her hiccups
More money, make 'em sicker
Back then, stack the small stash, but the shit got way bigger
Back then, wasn't all that, but her ass got way bigger
[Verse 3]
The money keep calling me (Woo!)
The racks got all of me
The Rich, he a masterpiece
I'm rich like the lottery
I don't need to flash
Dirty lil' bitch, she gone fuck for the cash
I'm back in my bag
I'm back in my bag, I don't want the Jag
Money don' going up
I got the Ms, the hunnid's don't fold up
30 Nina, the holster, ****
Put you on a poster, ****
Broke boy, he a big duck like Aflac
Foreign bitch with a big booty, tell her, "Back back"
Young **** with the money on me, no Cash App
Young **** with the choppa, riding in the Maybach
My money gone talk for me, her nail can talk for free
Knock you off then charge 'em a fee
Board the jet, we don't need ID
[Verse 4]
Pull up looking like the paparazzi, watch flashing like it take pictures
Slow money over no money, but we get it in way quicker
Pinky ring, all tipsy, diamonds throwing shots like liquor (Hey)
We just made another bag, let's have a toast to all of my ****
That money be calling me, pick up
Don't fold, don't switch up
Ice cold, give her hiccups
More money, make 'em sicker
Back then, stack the small stash, but the shit got way bigger
Back then, wasn't all that, but her ass got way bigger
[Verse 5]
Shooter aim then he said that he got em'
He a stain, we gone run up and rob em'
Hit a stain, we gon' get it done proper
Talking money and we talking it proper
Break her down like a Kit-Kat, give me head and I sit back
All the guap, gotta get that, I'ma hit if her shit fat
If I wear it I drip that, the designer is mix-match
Thought I already told you
We talking money, but I'm not with that chit-chat
She said she hungry, I got her eatin'
Where the hell is your bitch at?
But she can never get a hold of me
My heart cold, it's low degrees
On my block, **** throw the 3s
Big bag, back overseas
[Verse 6]
Pull up looking like the paparazzi, watch flashing like it take pictures
Slow money over no money, but we get it in way quicker
Pinky ring, all tipsy, diamonds throwing shots like liquor (Hey)
We just made another bag, let's have a toast to all of my ****
That money be calling me, pick up
Don't fold, don't switch up
Ice cold, give her hiccups
More money, make 'em sicker
Back then, stack the small stash, but the shit got way bigger
Back then, wasn't all that, but her ass got way bigger
[Verse 7]
And like paparazi, she always take pictures
Gotta run up this money and stack up these figures
Smoking on gas and you know I don't listen
And I got them racks, I can grant my wishes
Diamonds, they hittin' like pitches
When you turn up they like switches
Brody, he fuck up a kitchen
She text me, I leave her delivered
And she say that I'm switching
But I'm just keeping my distance
Little lean might fuck up my liver
And I been had a bag but this shit got bigger
He ain't got no money, he out of the picture
We ain't stopping till the whole damn gang get richer
We ain't stopping till the whole damn gang got richer
Bring that bread to my momma, and you worried 'bout bitches
Now they like I don't see you no mo'
'Cause I ran up them racks and a **** went missin'
[Verse 8]
Pull up looking like the paparazzi, watch flashing like it take pictures
Slow money over no money, but we get it in way quicker
Pinky ring, all tipsy, diamonds throwing shots like liquor (Hey)
We just made another bag, let's have a toast to all of my ****
That money be calling me, pick up
Don't fold, don't switch up
Ice cold, give her hiccups
More money, make 'em sicker
Back then, stack the small stash, but the shit got way bigger
Back then, wasn't all that, but her ass got way bigger
Written by: Dimitri Roger, Jamaal Fields, Jason Critchlow
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