[Intro: Lazyboy]
Swag dripping on y'all f** n***as..
.. Don't slip
It's Big Chillin
We out here
Lazyboy!
[Verse 1: Lazyboy]
Hold up, y'all n***as think y'all can come over here, smoke and not roll up
f** freeloaders, its like my pockets working out, on how they done swole up
I had a white b**h, until she called me a n***a, Smoking on that strong yeah that arnold swartzneager
n***as sniffing coke I'm mixing coke with jager, Swishers no flavor
All about my currency..
No spitta my n***as they rolling up that burgundy
Thats that purp we smoking on the balcony
You n***as smoking trying to escape reality
I smoke cause I intake a lot of salary
Big Chillin we eating a lot of calories
k**ing sh** my n***a a lot of casualties
Loud pack got me charged up new batteries
[Hook: Lazyboy]
Ha Ha Ha, laughing to the bank
Puff puff pa**, smoking on that dank
New York swag, but so Mississippi
Thirty blunts rolled, swear we some hippies
X2
[Verse 2: Cal Deezzi]
I got whatever you need I'm a one stop shop
Mane its hell in the Stadt, so you know my block hot
Everything I do is hella bad, mane I'm so high I need a tele pad
And every chick I f** with Top Notch
Call me Dr. Deezzi no degree
But I keep them pills on deck like a pharmacy
My mama told me get up and go do something with your self
Thought about money and say thats something I can get myself
Thats what I did, since a kid I been going live
Life is like a jack and the box it throw you surprises
Got a pocket full of cash finna head to the bank, f** you mean you don't know
I'm higher than a raven I blow Edgar Allen Poe, I got plenty guap but get more
Mane!
[Verse 3: Kezzy]
I'm a pill popping animal, syrup sipping, double cupping
Never fall in love with her, I ain't trying to hand cuff her
Young kizzle a born hustler, money make me hustle harder
From the studio I'm on the iPhone and I'm taking orders
I'll rob you for your bricks and you can't even snitch on me
The way I spend your money, hope it make you sick homie
Young skinny n***a, tatted up and I'm boney
See your b**h looking I don't even want it
Hit the block chilling with a whole lot of my homies
Thirty bad b**hes, but I only love the money
Mane im so broke ha ha, that sh** is funny
Rich n***a sh** I wipe my a** with a hundred
Bought a foreign whip now I'm doing bout a hundred
High way trip got my whole hood jumping
Re-up re-up re-up, make that sh** disappear
I grind so hard this year this gone be my last year
Hoes asking for money, get the f** out my ear
It ain't safe where I'm from, this the danger zone here
Where a n***as survive and everything ain't crystal clear
A smile will get you robbed for your gear
[Hook x2]
[Verse 4: Frank Lee]
Yeah n***a!
King n***a!
Haaaaa
Thirty hundreds rolled, cause a n***a like to stunt
Counting this cash while my b**h roll the blunt
Young n***a hustling I get what I want
Bought a mothaf**ing whip, crashed that sh** that month
Got that sh** fixed and I'm still on the run
Getting to the money, counting them faces
Big faces, n***a all green like I'm racist
Lucky lefty n***a, Uh no smoking aces
I had a mixed b**h until I needed more figures
Had to cut her off real fast, no scissors
I was getting money n***a, all that winter
Black timbs on me n***a like f** a blizzard
Henny in the cup n***a straight, no chase, no mixer
Flexing on hoes, john wall no wizards
On that bullsh** stink bad like gizzards
Ba** hit through your face like kickers
Big Chillin n***a I ain't got no worries
Ice on my neck, too cold like a flurry
Getting dough quick like fast go hurry
Balling on n***as real talk true story
[Hook x2]