[Intro]
Big Money

[Verse]
Who pumped this n***a up to go and make a diss?
Guess n***as mad they can't be part of this gang shit
Where was all this tough shit when n***as got stripped?
Or when your hearts got hit up and you ain't do shit?
Your mama a snitch, your brothers are snitches
Four boys, but she raised all bitches
Ain't lyin' in my raps, I ain't gotta cap
Mad at me 'cause you ain't shoot, what type of shit is that?
You ain't never even sent a shot at a sucker
Can't name a time I seen a sucker and they start bustin'
Should've bust your strap, 'cause I bust mine
Dropped a hundred in that whip, you crashed a couple times
I bet Tu would pop you up if he was alive
Y'all let real n***as die and nerds stay alive
I'm real Big Money, n***a, this my shit
I get real big money, pull up in foreign whips
You ain't get no money, drivin' a bitch shit
To go in four-nick kicks with a four-nick
Nu got fifty in the Glock if n***as want this
On Instagram n***as thuggin', but ain't on shit
I call shots and I bust chops
Got twenty stuffed up in my jeans, a Cardi B knot
Your cousin fuckin' with that sucker, she get hit too
Last time it was four, next time it's twenty-two
But I had real love for n***as
June 3rd, I knew you ain't have no love for n***as
But now n***as wanna lie on my name
I sad I wasn't gon' even do it, you just in it for fame
But you gon' get the fame when you up in your grave
That's why I send sucker n***as who speak on my name
How you TuTu Land and don't fuck with Sheik?
I ain't duckin' no smoke, who want it with me?