Uh, uh
We blowin’ money fast on this side, n***a
Catch you up, n***a
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I think I’m Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whippin’ work, hallelujah
One nation, under God
Real n***as gettin’ money from the f**ing start
I think I’m Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Gettin’ work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real n***as gettin’ money from the f**ing start
My Rolls Royce triple black
I’m geechy, ho
Balling in the club, bottles like I’m meechy, ho
Rose, that’s my nickname
Cocaine runnin’ in my big vein
Self-made, you just affiliated
I built it ground up, you bought it renovated
Talking plenty capers, nothing’s been authenticated
Funny you claimin’ the same b**h that I’m penetratin’
Hold the bottles up, where my comrades?
Where the f**ing felons, where my dogs at?
I got that Archie Bunker
And it’s so white I just might charge ya double
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These motherf**ers mad that I’m icy
Stunt so hard make ’em come indict me
I think I’m Big Meech, look at my time piece
It’s an Audemar, hundred racks at least
Look at yourself, now look at me
You can’t see a n***a, I’m what you used to be
Look at it this way, you n***as sideways
Always getting money, my n***a crime pays
So f** a n***a, I’m self-made
You a s**a n***a, I’m self-paid
This for my broke n***as, this for my rich n***as
Got a hundred on a head of a snitch n***a
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The thirty-six holes leave you bleedin’ fam
Word to them thirty-six O’s in a kilogram
Blunt tip, orange like Caviar
Wild n’ out, fishtailin’, Subaru Rally car
Out the pa**enger, lettin’ the automatty off
A egg of that girl’ll knock ya mommy and ya daddy off
f** around and knock the emblem on the caddy off
Four-shooters buggin’ out, blickin’ at ya caddy doors
Did I mention, guns from Red Dead Redemption
Nine mils, fifty clip extensions?
Hope is like a mattress in the hood, I’m flippin’ on it
And the money’s like a chair, I’m sittin’ on it
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