Big Boy Dialogue (feat. The-Dream)

All my ****, get your figures

And all my bitches, work that body

Yo, boss talk, ****, start the car, let the Porsche talk

Crib big as AC, yard like the boardwalk

Models in the master bedroom, get your cough on

Haze lit, kush lit, I move and I push shit

I could send **** to war, like George Bush did

LV gators on, 20G footprints

Top 5, I could give a nod and the shot fly

I was in the drop top when I dropped by

You know it was a 2014

The work is white, but the money is all green

Big boy dialogue

All the real **** with integrity

And respect, salute, I admire y'all

Me and my ****

Furs to the floor, Ace in the glass

Been out all night, ****, grabbin' on ass

Ridin' round, gettin' it, my old bitch mad

I'm way too rich to be actin' like that

She got an attitude, I used to love her

But now she mad at me 'cause I don't fuck her

Peep the courtroom like I'm fresh out the store

Wired like I'm on that blow, fur down to the floor

Yeah, yeah, fur down to the floor

Me and my, me and my ****, fur down to the floor

I got the perimeter covered

It's what the thugs die for, but the women'll love it

Hands on with the people, I blend in with the public

Lyrically, nobody equal, that's the end of the subject

That money still comin', them packs ain't slow up

They try to implicate me, but the facts ain't show up

It's simple, all you gotta do is ask, they know us

Rocking that new shit before the racks even go up

They lust him, my attitude came through customs

Andy Warhol, Dom P's and mushrooms

Yeah, fuck it, if it's good, buy it all

Desert Eagle firearm, big boy dialogue, what?

Me and my ****, oh

Furs to the floor, Ace in the glass

Been out all night, ****, grabbin' on ass

Ridin' round, gettin' it, my old bitch mad

I'm way too rich to be actin' like that

She got an attitude, I used to love her

But now she mad at me 'cause I don't fuck her

Peep the courtroom like I'm fresh out the store

Wired like I'm on that blow, fur down to the floor

Yeah, yeah, fur down to the floor

Me and my, me and my ****, fur down to the floor

Yeah, yo, my dialogue is Domiere

Red bottoms and mamis that wear Cartiers

Racks in the club if I partied there

Bricks from Enrique's little brother, named Javier

Italian whips laced with Versace seats

Got more ice than a hockey meet

Yeah, we could do this shit properly

You could buy a block, learned that from Monopoly

Your girl gettin' top from a girl while she toppin' me

Top five, dead or alive, no stoppin' me

Big boy dialogue, look but you'll never find a flyer don

Tryna get money like Viacom, what?

Me and my ****

Furs to the floor, Ace in the glass

Been out all night, ****, grabbin' on ass

Ridin' round, gettin' it, my old bitch mad

I'm way too rich to be actin' like that

She got an attitude, I used to love her

But now she mad at me 'cause I don't fuck her

Peep the courtroom like I'm fresh out the store

Wired like I'm on that blow, fur down to the floor

My, my, my, my, my fur down to the floor

Me and my ****, fur down to the floor

All my ****, get your figures

And all my bitches, work that body

All my ****, get your figures

And all my bitches, work that body

Work that body, baby, work that body

Killer