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letra de big money - mellow don picasso

[verse 1: mellow don picasso, mo$hpit cindy]
you hear that pop-pop, skirt off with a big glock
west side, n-gga, shirt off like i’m tupac
thug life with my dawgs, how we maintain
rock solid with the bros, never switch lanes
big money and my n-ggas on the same sh-t
and i talk cash, that’s my only language
pull up on ’em, skirt off yellin’ “gang” b-tch
throw that ass up, go insane b-tch
and you know me
young n-gga but they treat me like an og
say you really ’bout it then you better show me
b-tches like my lean, they tryna slow me
tryna bite my sh-t, they tryna clone me
but i’m low-key
if you owe me money, i might turn into the old me
if you owe me money then it’s better you don’t know me
watch me hold this sh-t up like a motherf-ckin’ trophy yeah

[chorus: mo$hpit cindy]
if i let you know, you can’t tell n0body
i’m talkin’ ’bout n0body
are you responsible?
boy, i gotta watch my back
it’s big money, money, money, money
[verse 2: mo$hpit cindy, mellow don picasso]
i must look like cash
the way you brought you and your homies to come finish my dash
and now you showin’ me your ways but you ain’t makin’ a splash
i hate the type to speak with lips and not to speak with his bands
i hate the type of b-tches that be always speakin’ that cap
money like we print it, what i’m sayin’ is fax
she a dime without a penny as a matter of fact
and i’m really f-ckin’ ’bout it, that’s if anyone asks
and if anyone asks, i’m the baddest you seen
i’m the one who got you mad that i’m all over your screen
i’m all over your screen, i know it’s hard to believe
that i made it out the mud and now a n-gga is clean, yeah

[verse 3: sandrahhh]
and it go a little somethin’ like this
since a youngin’ i been into going off and takin’ risks
hardly showin’ up to practice but somehow i never miss
been a cutie, it’s always me who all the boys wanna kiss
stay thick, i ain’t into missin’ any of my meals
the numbers don’t add up, i’m never signin’ on the deal
i’ve been grindin’ like my ancestors was doin’ in the field
that’s why it’s a celebration when we rackin’ in our yield
there, i talk facts, that’s no cap
run up the bag, get these stacks and blow cash
get in my bag, write these raps, they on smash
live off the henny, oops, that’s my bad pass no dash
matter of fact, roll that blunt, pass that dutch
stay on my sh-t, they say she do too much
get off my d-ck, i know i’m just too clutch
been eatin’ good, i don’t wanna do lunch
[chorus: mo$hpit cindy]
if i let you know, you can’t tell n0body
i’m talkin’ ’bout n0body
are you responsible?
boy, i gotta watch my back
it’s big money, money, money, money

- mellow don picasso

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