Big Mad Songtext
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Big Mad Songtext
You big mad
Cause I got a big bag
Money long weave long gotta Touch ass
If I see you in the street then That ass grass
I′m that bitch that'll revoke ya Hood pass
You big mad
Cause I got a big bag
Money long weave long gotta Touch ass
If I see you in the street then That ass grass
I′m that bitch that'll revoke ya Hood pass
Bitch
I ain't never need for shit
I rather starve then ask a nigga For shit
I guess I′m too independent
Can y′all weak ass hoes please Pay attention
I'm just tryna get your nigga out My mentions
Fuck niggas I′m too busy Countin pensions
SI where I'm from representing
From the bottom to the top like I′m stretching
Man don't let that go over your Frontal
Ask her what happened
The bitch is puzzled
If you ain′t rocking with us you Against us
Baby got her own bag
His money a plus
Cause I stack up the bread like Jenga
Getting money always stay on My agenda
I gotta flex up
Turn my diamonds into Wrestlers
Put a check up
Just Incase I mess up
I need mine gimmie yours
I look like a bag just to walk to The store
We all got the same 24
All up to you
What you do with yours
I'm tryna cash out like
Ever-ry day
Not on that time
Get the fuck out my way
He want me stay but boy I Cannot stay
He calling me bae but boy I'm Not ya baeeee
Look at the sky
What do u see
It′s a bird it′s a plane
Nah bitch that's me
At the top it′s just us
And the topic stay us
Gotta stay to myself
I don't know who to trust
Eat me up then I dash cause that Nigga a slut
Ask me why I don′t care
I was born with no fucks
Can you Roll up the drugs
And then Pass me a cup
Too far out to catch up
Blunt too big to match up
I don't need no friends bitch I′m Good off that
Put that friend shit to the side And got a few more racks
Never hate the game bitch hate The player
Used to get full course meals From bodegas
Started making bangers
Now I'm a stranger
But really im just a fein for that paper
I don't need a handout or a favor
Best believe it′s gon work in my Favor
They wanna come around when You come up
But what about when a bitch Really needed a come up
Ain′t have a single bitch tryna Help in my corner
I could've been a goner
Turnt the heat up
Now I′m hotter than a sauna
Weave is longer
And my money taller
Now look at me
Iciest bitch on the scene
Watch the gleam
Look in my mouth that's a Stream
He like that I keep it bald
Mr clean
You big mad
Cause I got a big bag
Money long weave long gotta Touch ass
If I see you in the street then That ass grass
I′m that bitch that'll revoke ya Hood pass
You big mad
Cause I got a big bag
Money long weave long gotta Touch ass
If I see you in the street then That ass grass
I′m that bitch that'll revoke your Hood pass
You big mad
Cause I got a big bag
Money long weave long gotta Touch ass
If I see you in the street then That ass grass
I'm that bitch that′ll revoke ya Hood pass
You big mad
Cause I got a big bag
Money long weave long gotta Touch ass
If I see you in the street then That ass grass
I′m that bitch that'll revoke your Hood pass
Cause I got a big bag
Money long weave long gotta Touch ass
If I see you in the street then That ass grass
I′m that bitch that'll revoke ya Hood pass
You big mad
Cause I got a big bag
Money long weave long gotta Touch ass
If I see you in the street then That ass grass
I′m that bitch that'll revoke ya Hood pass
Bitch
I ain't never need for shit
I rather starve then ask a nigga For shit
I guess I′m too independent
Can y′all weak ass hoes please Pay attention
I'm just tryna get your nigga out My mentions
Fuck niggas I′m too busy Countin pensions
SI where I'm from representing
From the bottom to the top like I′m stretching
Man don't let that go over your Frontal
Ask her what happened
The bitch is puzzled
If you ain′t rocking with us you Against us
Baby got her own bag
His money a plus
Cause I stack up the bread like Jenga
Getting money always stay on My agenda
I gotta flex up
Turn my diamonds into Wrestlers
Put a check up
Just Incase I mess up
I need mine gimmie yours
I look like a bag just to walk to The store
We all got the same 24
All up to you
What you do with yours
I'm tryna cash out like
Ever-ry day
Not on that time
Get the fuck out my way
He want me stay but boy I Cannot stay
He calling me bae but boy I'm Not ya baeeee
Look at the sky
What do u see
It′s a bird it′s a plane
Nah bitch that's me
At the top it′s just us
And the topic stay us
Gotta stay to myself
I don't know who to trust
Eat me up then I dash cause that Nigga a slut
Ask me why I don′t care
I was born with no fucks
Can you Roll up the drugs
And then Pass me a cup
Too far out to catch up
Blunt too big to match up
I don't need no friends bitch I′m Good off that
Put that friend shit to the side And got a few more racks
Never hate the game bitch hate The player
Used to get full course meals From bodegas
Started making bangers
Now I'm a stranger
But really im just a fein for that paper
I don't need a handout or a favor
Best believe it′s gon work in my Favor
They wanna come around when You come up
But what about when a bitch Really needed a come up
Ain′t have a single bitch tryna Help in my corner
I could've been a goner
Turnt the heat up
Now I′m hotter than a sauna
Weave is longer
And my money taller
Now look at me
Iciest bitch on the scene
Watch the gleam
Look in my mouth that's a Stream
He like that I keep it bald
Mr clean
You big mad
Cause I got a big bag
Money long weave long gotta Touch ass
If I see you in the street then That ass grass
I′m that bitch that'll revoke ya Hood pass
You big mad
Cause I got a big bag
Money long weave long gotta Touch ass
If I see you in the street then That ass grass
I′m that bitch that'll revoke your Hood pass
You big mad
Cause I got a big bag
Money long weave long gotta Touch ass
If I see you in the street then That ass grass
I'm that bitch that′ll revoke ya Hood pass
You big mad
Cause I got a big bag
Money long weave long gotta Touch ass
If I see you in the street then That ass grass
I′m that bitch that'll revoke your Hood pass
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