letra de big money (feat. kap dolla) - rich logan & berry bonkers
yea, bonkers
they might pull up with that rifle
souf !
[hook: rich logan & berry bonkers]
please don’t k!ll the messenger
my n-gg- shoot the piper (my n-gg- shoot that fie)
i might f-ck yo b-tch
and then i leave her for the night (for one night)
all these n-gg-s playin
i know one of them might try me (don’t you try)
so i keep that heater
i might pull up with that rifle
i started from nothing (i started from nothing)
i started from nothing (i started from nothing)
big money, big money (big money on the table)
i started from nothing (big money on the table)
i started from nothing (i started from nothing)
i started from nothing (i started from nothing)
big money, big money (big money on the table)
i started from nothing (big money on the table)
[verse 1: rich logan]
you know where i came from
all day, everyday, hit the corner, don’t play
making moves, n-gg- catching plays
pop a tag, do that every other day
make a band, do that every other way
she gone wanna lay up with me
n-gg- you gone have to pay up for me
rollin gas, n-gg- i got hennessy
i got double cups, i got all the tree n-gg-
i go so hard for the top
i got this sh-t here on lock
i’m gone make her wanna body rock, body rock
[hook: rich logan & berry bonkers]
please don’t k!ll the messenger
my n-gg- shoot the piper (my n-gg- shoot that fie)
i might f-ck yo b-tch
and then i leave her for the night (for one night)
all these n-gg-s playin
i know one of them might try me (don’t you try)
so i keep that heater
i might pull up with that rifle
i started from nothing (i started from nothing)
i started from nothing (i started from nothing)
big money, big money (big money on the table)
i started from nothing (big money on the table)
i started from nothing (i started from nothing)
i started from nothing (i started from nothing)
big money, big money (big money on the table)
i started from nothing (big money on the table)
[verse 2: berry bonkers]
muddy waters flowing out the sink
searching through the kitchen
just tryna find me like something clean to drink
dirty p-ss and dirty money
all a n-gg- ever wanted was a cuban link
know some cubans on miami beach
that sell me choppers case these n-gg-s wanna reach
and a scope, it come with every piece
and my latest clip just got extended
i could care less if n-gg-s ride tinted
we can see through you, we can see through you
these bullets fly through you, leave bullet holes
f-ck an enemy, i’m known to bully foes
ima ride on my enemies
and i keep big racks in my skinny jeans
[hook: rich logan & berry bonkers]
please don’t k!ll the messenger
my n-gg- shoot the piper (my n-gg- shoot that fie)
i might f-ck yo b-tch
and then i leave her for the night (for one night)
all these n-gg-s playin
i know one of them might try me (don’t you try)
so i keep that heater
i might pull up with that rifle
i started from nothing (i started from nothing)
i started from nothing (i started from nothing)
big money, big money (big money on the table)
i started from nothing (big money on the table)
i started from nothing (i started from nothing)
i started from nothing (i started from nothing)
big money, big money (big money on the table)
i started from nothing (big money on the table)
[verse 3: kap dolla]
i did not have not a thing yea
now i got diamonds and rings yea
walkin i feel like a king yea
i might go flood out my ring yea
walkin with stacks of the big money yea
(big money on the table)
i walk with stacks of the blue hundreds yea
(big money on the table)
i want nothin but them new hundreds yea
(i started from nothing)
i want nothing but them new hundreds yea
(big money on the table, aye big money on the table)
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