BIG - Blve Pesos: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

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Hip-Hop/Rap

BIG adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Blve Pesos LLC tarafından 6 Eylül 2024 tarihinde yayınlandıBIG - Single

Şarkı Bilgileri

AlbümBIG - Single

Çıkış Tarihi6 Eylül 2024

FirmaBlve Pesos LLC

DilEnglish

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM71

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Krediler

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jordan Goode

Songwriter

Şarkı sözleri

Big money, cookin' up that shit for so long, put ice on your wrist, money

I'm talkin' bricks and pounds to flood the town, man fuck the zip money

I'm talkin' bout that type of cash, you five% the cars

For all the times I had it hard, fuckin' right I'ma do it big

Big rocks, diamonds dancin' all on the face, VVS make TikToks

Been cookin' up that shit for so long, ice me out my wrist hot

Ain't never runnin' low on the gas, I go make a pit stop

And bust it out the zip lock, ballin' like Mr. Big Shot

Been ballin' way too crazy, man, I need to make the NBA

Can't tell me not to score, bitch, I'ma go and do that anyway

I wanna build a roster, but these hoes all run they mouth

I know exactly what to do, go right ahead and sign that NDA

I'm thankin' God for every single check, my pockets filled with blues

I had a few, and went and made a plate, go ahead and bless the food

You got a plan, fuck holdin' out your hand, shit go invest in you

Man, all I know is go and get the money, ain't nothin' else to do

Big money, cookin' up that shit for so long, put ice on your wrist, money

I'm talkin' bricks and pounds to flood the town, man fuck the zip money

I'm talkin' bout that type of cash, you five% the cars

For all the times I had it hard, fuckin' right I'ma do it big

Big stacks, don't talk to me bout cash, and know you broke, y'all **** big cap

The type of pimpin' talk em' out the box, lil' bitch, I'm big mac

The type of cash when **** on you, bulletproof the cars

For all the times I had it hard, fuckin' right, I'ma do it big

Lincoln, George, Jackson, Grant, and everybody know Benjamin

Ain't really got too many friends, it's cool, I fuck with presidents

That last bitch was a nuisance, I moved on, ain't seen my presence since

I moved past to the next, and now my future's in the present tense

Tell me what you need, shit what you on, you know I'm on the way

I'll be there in 15, Peso Mahomes, you know I make the plays

Motherfuckin' dollar sign, the only thing that's on my mind

Got plenty ways to make a play today, they mistake me for prime

Big reefer joints, I'm blowin' smoke, look at the score lil' bro

I'm up, you see the points, I'm always gettin' paper without the pen

But you get the point, I can't get down with no flaw shit y'all do

I can't get fleeced my boy, I'ma let the money talk for me, I don't need a voice

Big money, cookin' up that shit for so long

Put ice on your wrist, money, I'm talkin' bricks and pounds

To flood the town man fuck the zip money

I'm talkin' bout that type of cash, you five% the cars

For all the times I had it hard, fuckin' right, I'ma do it big

Big stacks, don't talk to me bout cash, and know you broke, y'all **** big cap

The type of pimpin' talk 'em out the box, lil' bitch, I'm big mac

The type of cash, when **** on you, bulletproof the cars

For all the times I had it hard, fuckin' right, I'ma do it big

Yeah, ayy, fuckin' right, I'ma do it big

All the times I had it hard, fuckin' right, I'ma do it big

Throw some ice up on my arm, cut the lights on them diamonds hit

Gettin' money to the end, man on my kids that's what it is

Ayy, ayy, fuckin' right, I'ma do it big

All the times I had it hard, fuckin' right, I'ma do it big

Man, throw some ice up on my arm, put it on God, them diamonds hit

I put it on my kids, I'm gettin' money to the end, ayy

Written by: Jordan Goode

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