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letra de big money - dj don cannon

[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!ll 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-gga face up”
and i like getting head cause i’m aimin’ waist up
and if you owe me, better pay up

[verse 2: a$ap ferg]
i’m gettin’ all this paper, a$ap money
and i’m f-ckin’ all these b-tches, 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-tches they wanna just f-ck me
all of my n-ggas they hustlin’ and k!llin the game, this sh-t is a shame
i don’t mind n-ggas 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-ngb-ng
all of my n-ggas 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-gga i take off
pretty flacko did well, now watch how ferg go off, oh lord

- dj don cannon

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