Rich Homie Quan - Big Money lyrics

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan] Talkin' big money, boy it come in thousands Trap house bunkin', Jay runnin' out it Rich Homie baby! [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] Big money, boy it come in thousands Trap house bunkin', Js runnin' out it Twelve saw me comin', double back for me I supply my neighbor, cul-de-sac money (Whatchu talm bout Quan?) Cul-de-sac money Make so much that twelve double back for me All I stack are dead men run it back for me Like a daddy, cul-de-sac money [Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan] Cul-de-sac money, I got nosey neighbors A couple packs comin', I'm at the store waitin' k** the fat onion, got some more paper I keep the strap gunnin', I'm makin' dope wages Your folks hatin', I got more paper Your clothes basic, you see my ho tailored All that makeup make your ho look made up Cul-de-sac shoe strings got the hood laced up I'm at the corner shootin' like a Pacer “Reggie Miller I shoot a n***a face up” And I like getting head cause I'm aimin' waist up And if you owe me, better pay up [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] Big money, boy it come in thousands Trap house bunkin', Js runnin' out it Twelve saw me comin', double back for me I supply my neighbor, cul-de-sac money (Whatchu talm bout Quan?) Cul-de-sac money Make so much that twelve double back for me All I stack are dead men run it back for me Like a daddy, cul-de-sac money [Verse 2: A$AP Ferg] I'm gettin' all this paper, A$AP money And I'm f**in' all these b**hes, I can't get ‘em off me And I call my dollars Precious cause my pockets chubby They was callin me ugly, now all of these b**hes they wanna just f** me All of my n***as they hustlin' and k**in the game, this sh** is a shame I don't mind n***as from Harlem, I did it, and you can do the same I took money from out the hood he good now he dont have to g**n All of my n***as who figured they're bigger but left Are left feeling the pain (No Love) He was a rider, ridin' in that Porsche I'm the Messiah, I'll be the young Trap Lord Sippin' on the Henney, tryna get a penny, wigglin' a dime, n***a I take off Pretty Flacko did well, now watch how Ferg go off, oh Lord [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] Big money, boy it come in thousands Trap house bunkin', Js runnin' out it Twelve saw me comin', double back for me I supply my neighbor, cul-de-sac money (Whatchu talm bout Quan?) Cul-de-sac money Make so much that twelve double back for me All I stack are dead men run it back for me Like a daddy, cul-de-sac money