Big Paper (feat. Yon Dee)

Oh Oh Rapture, Yondee Big paper for the envelope If you talking about kwudi I'm available I wan Dorime and ameno The only Igbo I dey hear na the nyem ego oh More money, only more money I dey work and grind and pray for more money More money, baby more money I don't need your emotions oh Big paper for the envelope If you talking about kwudi I'm available I wan Dorime and ameno The only Igbo I dey hear na the nyem ego oh More money, only more money I dey work and grind and pray for more money More money, baby more money I don't need your emotions oh Ayo say hello to my dawg fella Yondee and I up on any track I bet you know we do it stellar Who does it better you can ask your girl I got her passing out multiple times shit like it was astro-world It's factual I'm the king of my castle Your gyal booty round I'ma hit it from the back too We double down like it's part two She can't get enough so she stuck on the nigga like a tattoo Tush tin she's a rude queen, see the blueprint is to get more bucks see I'm talking big paper Make the money stretch like it's yoga, whip it like it's soda body count longer than a soldiers. I live it like I get it see there's nothing you can tell me Used to go a couple of nights, no food in our bellies But now we up on the telly my talisman was the talent No telling where it be taking me, my story I'ma tell it Big paper for the envelope If you talking about kwudi I'm available I wan Dorime and ameno The only Igbo I dey hear na the nyem ego oh More money, only more money I dey work and grind and pray for more money More money, baby more money I don't need your emotions oh Aye no emotions you know feelings are dead Up in the streets, nobody cares they chasing the bread. Reason I grind like my life was for rent I did what I did and it don't make a dent, in my confidence My focus be just getting to the top, of the food chain Ride around in a drop-top, with my boo thang No chill she's a cold killer, baby gyal carry weight pon her backside like a dope dealer Can't wait for the time we be making a toast Up in a ghost, couple of folks who been there from the day one Cheers to the wins and the ones that we lost I bask in my victories and learn from my loss Took the cross that we bore turned that shit into a ladder I'd rather be at the top of the barrel I hate the scrabbling Reason I grind homie, I need the Big papers And if it's not about that shit I'll see u later Haha