Big Ben

Lyrics

[Intro] (Elijah) Yeah Yeah (Fuck the fire, we got grease) [Verse] Give me two weeks, I can run an M up Give me three weeks, I can run another M up That's five weeks, that's two M's Twenty shots, chased a nigga down, they had two tens I'm with Fill, I can go digital and spend two M's I ran in Repeat and bought some Rick pants KB on the corner side, that's my big man He playin' big man He sittin' on the bench, he the sixth man I came straight home from prison, bought a big crib I wonder how her head feel 'cause her lips big Bitch got a flat ass, but her hips beg This bitch dramatic, she start trippin' when I put the tip in Bеfore I let the switch off, I put thе clip in Pinky ring cost ninety grand, call me Big Ben Earrings six carats, that's two hundred grand The Escalade V was two hundred grand The Lam' truck I bought was two hundred grand Add that shit up, I'm ten hundreds in, nigga That's a million cash They ran up on the car and they did him bad I took a fuckin' bar and couldn't remember math Fuck around and paid too much money for a pint of Act' Swear to God, but my drank man so real, he'll buy it back Made my first hundred racks, I ain't know how to act Who got some blue M-boxes? I need a ninety-pack I need a whole script I got a lot of money on me, why my clothes big You niggas hoes, did They hit him with an old K, man, that hole big I know a nigga wanna smoke Ri for what lil' bro did Fuck it, tell them niggas let's go to war You gotta have money just to fund a war I miss my cousin, but I miss my brother more Crib so big, it got a hundred doors Damn near got a nosebleed, I'm up a hundred floors I got a bad bitch at home, but I be fuckin' whores Got fresh as hell yesterday, look what I fuckin' wore I wanna wear this shit twice, but I won't no more I drunk some pop once, I don't want no more I hear a lil' echo, Jay, close the door I was tryna bust a four-five, got my shoulder sore I won't let her suck my dick, she got a cold sore Like what you like, the money or the hoes more? I ain't gon' lie, bro, I like pros more I'm talkin' all profit They thought I ain't have no dog shit on me 'cause my pants had small pockets Naw, I got a fuckin' bookbag on me I got a duffel bag with ten leather patches on it Bitch, this Chrome Heart, I'm a loan shark Ayy, and I can still show you ten M— uh-huh I could still show you ten M's when my phone charged, my shit still dead They shot the nigga five years ago and he still dead I got some old Hi-Tech, it's brown, but it's still red