Bia - BIG DEAL lyrics

[Intro: BIA] (Aziz, Aziz, Aziz) Uh, uh, uh (Hey, I'm really Rich) BIA, BIA [Verse 1: BIA] I'm the nastiest b*tch I know (Huh) And I do a magic trick with my throat (Huh) I'm Mariah Carey, ho, I hit the high notes (Yeah) He gon' wanna marry me with eyes closed fu*k it, baby, I'm a big deal I ain't cryin' if the milk spilled, crack seals You gon' bust me down if the sh*t real Blue hundreds, pink fifties, I like blue bills (Cash) fu*k me in the 'Vette, baby, I need new thrills (Huh) Money ain't a thing and I'm like, "b*tch, hardly" I'ma do that ni**a like I'm Lori Harvey [Pre-Chorus: BIA] Two wrists, AP Married, that's the reason why they hate me (Huh) Top tier pussy, where he rank me When I fu*k that ni**a, I make him thank me, Lord (Thanks) [Chorus: Sevyn Streeter] You wanna rock my body Get me wet on the jet, let me ride, shawty Give me Birkins and baguettes, I be so naughty Boy, this pussy be the best, and you know that's something to gives Don't talk to me, just buckle your lips We get lit, we get drunk off the Kriss and the rolls And my b*tches keep askin' about what we did, boy, you know what I'm sayin'? [Post-Chorus: Sevyn Streeter] Archin' up my back and I was fu*kin' you up Treat it like a [?] the way I'm su*kin' you up Man, this pussy yours, so you put it on a leash Take this pussy for a walk, yeah, yeah [Verse 2: BIA] I like big spenders for certain (Frrt, cash) Been a lot of things, not a regular person (Not a regular person) I'm a star, they pullin' back the curtains (Sheesh) He thought he replaced me, but it wasn't workin' I be leavin' b*tches feelings hurtin' I'ma give 'em reasons to be lurkin' [?] like it's a sermon Freaky but it feel like I'm a virgin, uh fu*k me on the West, now I'm like, "What's happenin'?" He just want a rich b*tch, Kim Kardashian [Pre-Chorus: BIA] Two wrists, AP Married, that's the reason why they hate me (Huh) Top tier pussy, where he rank me When I fu*k that ni**a, I make him thank me, Lord (Thanks) [Chorus: Sevyn Streeter] You wanna rock my body Get me wet on the jet, let me ride, shawty Give me Birkins and baguettes, I be so naughty Boy, this pussy be the best, and you know that's something to gives Don't talk to me, just buckle your lips We get lit, we get drunk off the Kriss and the rolls And my b*tches keep askin' about what we did, boy, you know what I'm sayin'? [Post-Chorus: Sevyn Streeter] Archin' up my back and I was fu*kin' you up Treat it like a [?] the way I'm su*kin' you up Man, this pussy yours, so you put it on a leash Take this pussy for a walk, yeah, yeah [Outro: BIA] I like big spenders for certain