Big Amount

Lyrics

[Intro: 2 Chainz] I'ma tell you, I'ma tell you this right now If you, if you woke up this mornin', nigga you winnin' for real (Buddah Bless this beat) [Verse 1: 2 Chainz] I got a big amount, I took a different route I am the pick of the litter I was in juvy, they gave me community I had to pick up some litter I want it easy, please do not tease me I wore my Yeezys to dinner This is the season, I got the seasonin' Don't make me sprinkle you niggas I got my reasons, you wanna please me Send me the pussy, not pictures Met her this week and fucked her this evenin' She turn a freak on the liquor Yeah, I am a boss on these bitches Yeah, I pour some Voss on these bitches Yeah, I have no thoughts on these bitches Yeah, rock double-cross on these bitches, yeah Dearly departed, gather today On some Prince shit You know what they say Me and my safe, got a friendship Ten on me, thin weight, flip weight, gettin' paid Gettin' laid Bitch made, took off sick days 6 trey, 6-4 bounce, bitch, bounce Hood nigga, favorite spot was the Waffle House Patty melt with the hash browns Tryna avoid all the pat-downs Tryna avoid all the lame hoes Weirdos in the background Blackout when I back out Blow the horn for a pedestrian Shawty ride like an equestrian I bought the dress that she in Red bottoms in his and hers Got a Rollie in his and hers Got a car in his and hers Walk in the zoo and say, "Pick a fur" Last night was a blur to me This mornin' I got two with me I don't know what to do with me Goin' ape like the zoo with me Got a tool with the screw missin' Two girls in the pool kissin' Everywhere I go, the rod with me 'Cause these niggas actin' too fishy [Interlude: Drake] Fuck y'all niggas on, man? Duffle bag forever Just left V Live Atlanta could never die as long as Tit alive Yeah [Verse 2: Drake] Look, I got a big amount I think I'm the biggest out Got hits and I ain't even put 'em out Lit and you can't even put it out Got the Billboard melodies Rap is somethin' I do on the side Crossed over to the other side And I didn't even have to die Got the money and I never show it Let a nigga try to play heroic Michael Jackson talkin' to me in my dreams And he say, "You bad and you know it" Better shamone with my check then I'm a J. Prince investment Niggas love to talk reckless Then see me like best friends Got the sand-colored FN And I've never seen the inside of a Marriott or a Westin Five stars, nothin' less than Fuck niggas on your payroll And you let 'em know the safe code And you knew him for a month though But you call them niggas big bro You could move in the Hidden Hills And we still don't live by the same code I'm respected everywhere I go Nigga, long live Bankroll Skip the rainbow, funny style shit And it's straight to the pot of gold Somebody, everybody know 6 God with the god flow Yeah, yeah