Quality Control & Marlo
Big Bag
[Intro]
Who made this beat?
Twysted Genius, baby
Drank

[Verse 1]
Flood the block with the work, we tryna get it off
And the old heads say we too gangsta, that boy done popped your noggin
And that young n***a say he want beef, I ain't quittin' 'til I stop you (Don't stop)
They say you stashed the work in the car, mane, fast, pop, lock and drop 'em
Thousand pounds of weed, we gettin' b*t*hes so we missin' the beat (Okay)
N***as still sellin'
F**k with your boy, made a million out that Honda Accord (Milli')
Shout out to Tory, know real d-boys praise him like the Lord (Uh)
I was servin' the block on Tuesday and Thursday, but 12 made life (Sh*t)
With a dime and a brick, couldn't take the water, he need a fishin' rod (Go fishin')
Country a** n***a, they got me in my bag, n***a (In my bag)
Drop, drop a 28 in 35 and call it Glad, n***a (Straight)

[Chorus]
I got a big bag for the money, I'm like, "Sh*t, yeah" (I'm like, "Sh*t, yeah")
My b*t*h say I'm thuggin', I'm like, "B*t*h, yeah" (I'm like, "B*t*h, yeah")
Any time she need some money, I'm like, "B*t*h, here" (I'm like, "B*t*h, here")
Give her a couple racks, her Chanel match her nails, b*t*h
I got a big bag for the money, I'm like, "Sh*t, yeah" (I'm like, "Sh*t, yeah")
My b*t*h say I'm thuggin', I'm like, "B*t*h, yeah" (I'm like, "B*t*h, yeah")
Any time she need some money, I'm like, "B*t*h, here" (I'm like, "B*t*h, here")
Give her a couple racks, her Chanel match her nails, b*t*h
[Verse 2]
He-he spend a little, I spend a lot on tryna whip a block
And young say it's smoke with the opps, I tell 'em, "Spin their block"
Switch on all them Glicks, n***a, we ain't sparin' not nan' n***a (No, no)
And I remember I stacked up a hundred, felt like I had a million (Racks)
It came from water whippin' (Whippin')
JoJo would wash the dishes (Okay)
Judo, Baby Dough and Slim was right there in the kitchen (My bros)
And I don't know how I did it (Nah)
When I'm, when I'm cookin' that work, n***a, I'm a real chemist (Chemist)
N***a, don't you forget it (Ah)
On the west side, n***a, I made my stripes
In 9th Ward, n***a, I sold my white (Okay)
Serve a half, whole, get caught with blow, you gotta roll them dices (Roll 'em)
Say that your dawg crossed you out for a b*t*h, know that ain't right
I've been livin' that high life, gettin' high off life (Off life)

[Chorus]
I got a big bag for the money, I'm like, "Sh*t, yeah" (I'm like, "Sh*t, yeah")
My b*t*h say I'm thuggin', I'm like, "B*t*h, yeah" (I'm like, "B*t*h, yeah")
Any time she need some money, I'm like, "B*t*h, here" (I'm like, "B*t*h, here")
Give her a couple racks, her Chanel match her nails, b*t*h
I got a big bag for the money, I'm like, "Sh*t, yeah" (I'm like, "Sh*t, yeah")
My b*t*h say I'm thuggin', I'm like, "B*t*h, yeah" (I'm like, "B*t*h, yeah")
Any time she need some money, I'm like, "B*t*h, here" (I'm like, "B*t*h, here")
Give her a couple racks, her Chanel match her nails, b*t*h
[Outro]
I got a big bag for the money, I'm like, "Sh*t, yeah"
My b*t*h say I'm thuggin', I'm like, "B*t*h, yeah"
Any time she need some money, I'm like, "B*t*h, here"
Give her a couple racks, her Chanel match her nails, b*t*h