Marty Baller - Big Timers lyrics

[Hook: A$AP Ferg + Marty Baller] Hustle hard, get dough f** a b**h, get hoes Pop Crys, sip mo' Pop that a** b**h, do your thang hoe Y'all don't want drama That llama hotter than a sauna Hit the club, f** up commas Your chick is my baby mama [Verse 1: A$AP Ferg] Cartier band, Rolex Just popped four checks Yo b**h want s** No teeth, slow neck She gon', bust it for the Lord For that new Tom Ford It's all love baby, don't want no drama [Verse 2: Marty Baller] Your chick is my baby mama She was riding in the Honda Now she eatin' Benihana All cause Marty Baller Ain't trickin if you got it, I'ma spark it I'm fresh, I'm fly I'm drunk, I'm high I smoke, wake up late My grills, they ain't fake [Hook: A$AP Ferg + Marty Baller] Hustle hard, get dough f** a b**h, get hoes Pop Crys, sip mo' Pop that a** b**h, do your thang hoe Y'all don't want drama That llama hotter than a sauna Hit the club, f** up commas Your chick is my baby mama [Verse 3: Marty Baller] You're not where you're supposed to be Don't need you comin' close to me Don't need you by my table Only bad b**hes in my stable [Verse 4: A$AP Ferg] Prada shoes, Subi jeans Oh she cute, booty mean I met her at Ricardo's, she lookin' like a model She thought I won the lotto cause I popped a hundred bottles She only drink Moscato, she always call me daddo She never call me Fergie, she pop it for them dollars She shake it for them dollars, she always make me holler Your chick is my baby mama [Outro: Marty Baller] Stop cuffin' that chick, man That's your BM? Re-M, my BM All that fly sh** That Dior, that Gucci, that Chanel, that Louis Your chick is my baby mama