Lil Baby - Bigga$tate

(M-M-M-Murda) Runnin' up this money been a breeze (Phew) Flew her in, she fuck me 'til she leave (Uh) She done fell in love, I'm sellin' dreams I done fell in love with buyin' jeans (Jeans) Hate I found a love for sippin' lean Hellcat faster than a Demon, new G-Wagon with no key Put baguettes in my AP, I ain't on playin' about they beef Niggas know I play for keeps, treat my brothers like they me Had to make myself a boss, it ain't no nigga workin' me I invest a couple mil' and let my money work for me Know they hate the way it happened Probably somewhere cursin' me I don't know nothing 'bout no killin' All I know is murder beats I got rich and understand my next three cars gon' be a lease I ain't never losin' sleep about no beef, I roll in peace I put diamonds in my teeth Came from grindin' in the streets Get a load and break it down and sell it all and then repeat it Pray to God for all the dawgs behind the wall They need they freedom (Free y'all) When I be on TV and perform, I hope they see me (See me) Once it's up, it's stuck, we get over on niggas, not get even Forgiato rims on my dually, I ride diesel Only rock Amiris with my team, not no Diesel Got some niggas up in Philly play with birds like they Eagles She keep sayin' I'm the man, that shit boostin' up my ego Still in Atlanta sellin' bags like they legal, I'm just sayin' (Yeah) How you try to run off with the wave and you ain't surfin'? Gave 'em all the drip, them niggas still acted thirsty I ain't even counted up to see what I'm worth yet All I know is put it up and keep on workin' I can't even hold you, I been gettin' loaded Devil on my shoulders God got my back, so I keep on rollin', yeah Drop-top McLaren (Oh), everybody starin' (Lookin') Lil' one from the hood turned into the man (Big dawg) Get a lot of money (Yeah), try to stuff it in my pants (4 Pockets) I might do the woah (Woah), nigga, I don't dance Rings on my hand cost a fortune Shout out to my mama, no abortion (What's up?) D-Boy, white Air Forces (Crisp) Different kinda bags, I got choices (Flavors) And I got the swag for a loyal ticket Think I'm hearin' voices in my head sayin', "Kill him" (Kill him) Know she'll forgive me, I'm one of the real ones Really from the trenches, turn a dollar to a nickel (Get 'em) Baddest of the baddest, guess I gotta wait to pick 'em Try us, then we smashin', then they go to playin' victim (Kill 'em) I don't know what happened, all I know is he got hit up I'ma need a napkin, chains drippin', VV's lit up I'ma get the money and go hard long as I get up (Get up) We gon' beat the trial, I told lil' bruh to do some sit-ups (Push-up) Win, win, win, no lose or draw, I never give up (Nah) Nigga, what you bangin'? What you claimin'? Throw that shit up (4, Baby) How you try to run off with the wave and you ain't surfin'? Gave 'em all the drip, them niggas still acted thirsty I ain't even counted up to see what I'm worth yet All I know is put it up and keep on workin' I can't even hold you, I been gettin' loaded Devil on my shoulders God got my back, so I keep on rollin', yeah

Cook that shit up, Quay 4 pockets full, nigga Is you mad? 'Cause I'm getting cash And in my place Bought a new Wraith She in my face I want her head I want her legs I want a redhead I want her head I want her neck I want her legs Don't even beg We can fuck on the floor We can fuck in the shower Hey, your friends at the door Tell 'em give you a hour And they know I'ma GOAT I got paper and power Man, these niggas some hoes Everything they say sour I bought a billi' and blew out her brain Since I got money and people done changed I'm keepin' my fourt, I'm up on my aim Jump out of line, I bust at your brain Shoebox money, it ain't nothin' to me I could make a hunnid in my sleep These niggas carryin', that's all they see They just wanna be like me Takin' this swag and then give it back I didn't get mad, I went and got more They just wanna be like him I don't wanna be like them Used to wanna be like him 'Til I stayed down and ran up an M Baby ballin', they should put it on film Shootin' for bricks, I don't aim for the rim Fuck the gym, I don't work out Take a sip of he lean, wash the Perc down I got on all my jewels, foreign, and all my shoes These niggas mad 'cause I won't lose I gotta win, I just began No fake love, no fake friends Just 30 in the FN Is you mad? Cause I'm getting cash And in my place Bought a new Wraith She in my face I want her head I want her legs I want a redhead I want her head I want her neck I want her legs Don't even beg We can fuck on the floor We can fuck in the shower Hey, your friends at the door Tell 'em give you an hour I go deep in her throat Keep that shit on the low Don't nobody else know That's our business fasho We can fuck on the counter I keep takin' these downers Pop me a Addi, a Percocet, pour me a four Baby, we grown, we could fuck on the floor I'm gettin' money That's why they mad That ain't my fault Nigga, I'm a boss Get white chalked Playin' with an O.G I got bags These niggas owe me, they know me Standin' in the kitchen and workin' my wrists I made a duece, turned to a nick I make a nick, turned to a nine I made a nine, turned to a split You know the rest, I made a split, turned to a brick We in this bitch, we got it lit We got them sticks Is you mad? Cause I'm getting cash And in my place Bought a new Wraith She in my face I want her head I want her legs I want a redhead I want her head I want her neck I want her legs Don't even beg We can fuck on the floor We can fuck in the shower Hey, your friends at the door Tell 'em give you an hour

(Yeah) Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) Flooded watch, drop top (Skrrt) Fuck 12, fuck the opps (Okay) Wrist broke (Whip, whip) in the pot Selling rocks (Okay), on the block (Okay) Put up guap, sending shots At your top (Okay), fuck you thought? (Okay) Fucking thots, watch 'em flock Off-white seats (Okay), Off-white socks (Okay) 1800 for a pair of jeans, that's okay I got money, I give all my shooters good pay Headshot with a infrared beam from far away Long as it don't come back to me, I think it's okay Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) We the wrong niggas to run to, put cake in a funnel Lil' bitch fuck for the bundle Put a Glock in the console, yeah Why the bitch wanna say my name on the gram? Ho, relax (Ho, relax) I beat my gun case Three, four times, can't hold me back (Rrra) And you can never hang around if you owe me racks (If you owe me racks) And I'm not talkin' about navigation I'm with NAV (And I'm with NAV) And I was hangin' in Chiraq, dope on the ave (Gang) And if you sliding with them killers, grab that mask (Turn up) And she be driving on the road, coke in her ass (Yeah) And that first time robbing the plug We ain't coming, no cash (Yeah) Trackhawk 2018, do the dash (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Ain't give no money so he try to put me on blast, yeah Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay)

(Four packets) Maybach parked outside Take up two parking spots Barely old enough to drive I been gettin' way too high Livin' large, livin' large, livin' large, livin' large Everybody livin' large Livin' large, livin' large, livin' large, livin' large Everybody livin' large Started from the bottom, now the condo so big I don't see nobody Pink toes, long hair, runnin' 'round the lobby Livin' large every day like I hit the lottery, livin' large Five star restaurants Watchin' Floyd fight, we in the front Hawks game, we on the floor Niggas' bitches dirty bird me, Julio Take my dogs all around the globe Shooters with me, they go everywhere I go Stickin' to the code, ain't gon' never fold I'ma stand up like a man, that's what I was told Hoppin' off a plane fresh as fuck, screamin', "Free Steve" We done had a damn good year, you wouldn't believe I done counted a whole million cash with my bare hands Dashboard say two twenty-five, I'm 'bout to do it Percocet and molly on my ass, I'm 'bout to lose it We been countin' cash for three hours, gettin' to it I don't care if they never found the body, I don't watch the news So much money on the floor like we just left a move Shoot-outs in broad day with the cops Nigga it ain't safe on my block (it ain't safe on my block) Nigga came a long way from rocks I can not go home without the guap We got Glocks tucked in the stash spot We don't stop at stop signs, I'ma keep going Man they killed my dawg over nothing, we was too cool Remember gettin' that J to check us in when we was in high school Hellcat goin' real fast Hopin' I don't crash, I'm just tryna stay focused

Ah-ah-ah, hey Run that back, Turbo You niggas bogus, I see the imposers I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question I got a bitch like Keisha off of Belly Police got dogs and they can't even smell me Keep me a cup, I got a lean belly 20s on me, I call 'em green relish Balmain my jeans, if not, they embellished Too many vibes, they think I'm R. Kelly PH in the sky, we got 'em already PJ in the sky and I don't wanna land it Creepin' at night, the VLONE bandit I prayed to the sky and none of this was handed Worked all my life and now I understand it Crawled up like a mouse, but I could never tell it I got the sweetest sauce like jelly Try disrespect me, you all get beheaded I got the drip, they call me Dripavelli I held him down, that nigga was my celly Fuck you fuck niggas, never made me heartless Thank God, came and got me, used to shop at Target They cut out the coupe before we hit the market We don't pack our bags 'cause we gon' shop regardless Backend, I'm back in, paid up for the party I done came a long way from openin' up for Carti Shades and my bracelets Cartier Carti Police's cases, all that we avoidin' The lean in my cup gettin' more and more muddy I shown all my love, I've never been a bully Got every color VLONE hoody Just jumped in the game and still I ain't no rookie I got this sauce, cream and puddin' I came with the drip, got everybody lookin' Cherish your blessings, easily could be tooken Send a front in, it's easy to get a book in You niggas bogus, I see the imposers I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question Yeah, cash all my backends, I bought me a Patek Addicted to cabbage, the money relax me My mom and them happy, I bought them a mansion I still rock the fitted, but I don't be cappin' (skrrt) These camouflage denim like I just went campin' They still can't believe that I made it, they happy I been gettin' money before I was rappin' I'm ridin' in the Wraith like I play with the actors No pleadin', arraignment, ain't takin' no charges My young nigga's solid, I know that he got me He keep his mouth closed, I'ma buy him a foreign Penthouse, hotel suite whenever we're tourin' How foreign my tint is, I still rock the Jordan Packin' out shows, love my fans, they important And I'm still in the trap, in the hood like a motor Spend thousands on fragrance, she fuckin' my odor I just started rappin', I made me some millions Man, shout out Atlanta, I'm runnin' my city These bracelets came healthy, they cost me a 50 I leveled it up, I've been handlin' business Gettin' 20 a night, every day, different city I just keep puttin' this syrup in my kidneys This the big one, boy, this not the Jubilee (Jubilee) I got Gunna with me, rockin' VLONE, Supreme (yeah, yeah) You niggas bogus, I see the imposers I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question (uh)

Ridin round on e, pants up to my knees I can't get no sleep, if I ain't got no lean Bad bitches follow me, my niggas a part of me My bitch a hot commodity, I know my grandmom proud of me I moved my mom from poverty I hope they don't think 'bout robbin' me I can fly, yeah I believe In the cockpit where the pilot be Don't need no stylist, I style for free My young ho keep on callin' me, my old bitch keep on stalkin' me Ain't gon' let a nigga take my shine from me Should've been rappin', this rhymin' easy Drop my top just to feel the breeze Thugger my brother, yeah eazy breeze I just wanna fuck, don't tease me They got my songs on repeat, yeah yeah I don't want no money exchange I went overseas and got some change I'm tryna get this money in a hurry Switched up, I guess it wasn't workin' Came back, guess it wasn't workin' I think I'm addicted to the perkys I'm tryna get this money in a hurry I'm tryna get this money in a hurry I'm tryna get this money in a hurry I'm tryna get this money in a hurry I'm tryna get this money in a hurry Switched up, I guess it wasn't workin' Came back, guess it wasn't workin' I think I'm addicted to the perkys I'm tryna get this money in a hurry I'm tryna get this money in a hurry I'm tryna get this money in a hurry I'm tryna get this money in a hurry Brand new Bentley, hit the block swervin' 12 say they know that I be workin' (fuck 12) My PO she say I run the game (but I fuck with her) Every time I see her I throw up the gang, yeah yeah yeah Really ran the block, really keep a Glock, really serve the rock Screamin' fuck the cops, screamin' fuck the opps, million in the vault Oh you a gangster? let's see 'bout it nigga Had them lil niggas to see 'bout you nigga Oh you a gangster? let's shoot out lil nigga Make my lil niggas go 2Pac a nigga Had a million dollars on the low I ain't even let nobody know My role model get them truckloads Bend her over, fuck her, then I'm gone Ain't gon' put your name in a song I'ma put your face on a shirt I'ma put your body in the dirt Nigga you a pussy, where your skirt? I'm tryna get this money in a hurry Switched up, I guess it wasn't workin' Came back, guess it wasn't workin' I think I'm addicted to the perkys I'm tryna get this money in a hurry I'm tryna get this money in a hurry I'm tryna get this money in a hurry I'm tryna get this money in a hurry I'm tryna get this money in a hurry Switched up, I guess it wasn't workin' Came back, guess it wasn't workin' I think I'm addicted to the perkys I'm tryna get this money in a hurry I'm tryna get this money in a hurry I'm tryna get this money in a hurry I'm tryna get this money in a hurry

Yeah Yeah I'm just tryna live my life Moon rocks, on stars, straight cash, no cards Livin' life like stars, thankin' God every day we finally winning You was 'posed to my nigga, right here with me I'm just tryna live my life They say I ain't living right Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice Livin' for tomorrow, hopin' for tonight I'm just tryna live my life They say I ain't living right Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice Livin' for tomorrow, hopin' for tonight Push start cars, we can't fall Started from the bottom now we here Ran me up a mill', it took a year Watch my closest niggas disappear We ridin' drop tops whips in the summer She keep checkin' in 'cause she know that I'm a winner We gon' skip town just for dinner We gon' keep it gutter, don't have no one in our business Draped down in Fendi, she rockin' the latest She say I'm the greatest, if I'm ollie then you later Took a trip to the Barbados, and I'm still on paper Shout out to my haters, they been motivating me lately Came to fuck the game up, had to switch the wave up Fuck me just don't lay up, on this codeine I can't stay up Pitch a dub in a motor, just so they can't catch me They tried to arrest me 'cause I'm icy like Wayne Gretzky I'm a big bear like Tee Grizzley, these fuck niggas be sneak dissin' This FN gon' stay with me, a nigga play that'll be the reason G5 gon' for a lot of seasons, Saks Ave, we done did Niemans Them millions comin', I can damn see 'em, long live Frank, I can see him breathin' I got ten traps and they all beamin' We done fucked the game up They blowin' my name up I just want the money, fuck the fame cuz Came to switch the game up I'm just tryna live my life They say I ain't living right Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice Hopin' for tomorrow, livin' for tonight I'm just tryna live my life They say I ain't living right Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice Hopin' for tomorrow, livin' for tonight If tomorrow ain't promised then why should I wait? If times still gon' be hard then why should I pray? Seen my niggas stayed away, from a cage to a grave Solid niggas turned fake, seen it happen every day Didn't expect it to happen, I thought you was solid Still can't believe you not right here beside me The money in front me, the bullshit behind me My nigga forever, I thought we was riders When we caught them cases both of us kept quiet I just lost a friend to some gun play Put my main bitch on the runway Still servin' packs on the one way Paying tithes Sunday, we gon' blow up one day Magic on a Monday, shout out to the strippers Lately I been feelin' it on another level Savin' all the extras, I gotta be different I'm just tryna live my life They say I ain't living right Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice Hopin' for tomorrow, livin' for tonight I'm just tryna live my life They say I ain't living right Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice Hopin' for tomorrow, livin' for tonight, yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah