Luyện nghe bài hát Big B's

[Intro: Young
Big
Like the opp say big business, you what I'm saying, fucks
Yeah, now me

[Verse 1: Young
Handful of hunnids, big Bentley
Hublot, nigga get business
lotta hoes, nigga get your women, heh
Stuff 'er with the pole, come and get your women
Big business, talk Wendy Williams, ooh
Catch 'em at the club sipping, fuck they missing, hold on
Big pimping, iced out my now my mission complete
Pimp C, I ain't doing that, I'ma her on the sheets, yeah
And all my loyal like Bun B, hold on
Fuck you thought? YSL we d-i-e, hold on, hold on
around and set the bitch off like Queen Latifah
Hold on, hold on, yeah, going all out 'bout my dog Scooby-ee
And a nigga trap door swinging like B, woah
temporary tag on a Bentley B (Bentley B)
Two wire bag, double R, park it on the streets, yeah, hold on
Two tone wire bag, big tear up the streets, rwar
Looking at your kid, I might be the (sheesh)
65 pointers in the sheesh (damn, woah, sheesh)
Diamonds on the backside tearing up my skin,
Uh, your old man do it like me, sheesh

[Chorus: The Rapper]
Please,
me like you know who I am
Please,
I know who I am, uh

[Verse 2: The Rapper]
I got on my card
Put some money on they books, that's a
I war on the beast for my God, sheesh
3 mil off the new hat
If I go back, I make the two cap
Love me in my city like
Get a little beat and I'll that
Get a little money, oop that
it with my niggas in the group chat
Left for a minute I flew back
Had to ask Bruce "where the at?"
Had to ask Rahm "where the at?"
Now I can't ride the roof back
Tell 'em I don't play around with other people's
Got an in the steakhouse
bid for the ribs
Got a meeting at the
a trip to my rib
'Cause she leaving where I but I see her in a min
Got a prayer card for the good luck, ay
Bra push up when I up, ay
Got a money from the tour, yeah
Spend it all on pull ups, ay
Big old Bentley, bitch I mix the Henny the Simply
Lemonade exterior, Lorenzos under
Put you in the friend zone if you start acting too
a baby Benzo and some Kenzo just for Kensli
Wake up real but I eat late
Go and hit the streets with that brief
Time to shake another cheap skate
You could he's lying, cheesecake

[Verse 3: Young
Make a nigga tap out
Then put you in the fours with a real big
Bitch said need to stop got 100 racks on me
Can't fit in my
I'm a street nigga, I'ma eat me some soup, let my bitch eat pasta
y'all niggas ain't stopping
Black card in my wallet, feed my partner
I was at one of my shows feeling like Cam'ron with the Margielas
We was tryna a murder capital, riding around the town with the pink Beretta
When I got in touch with the money, me and shawty around and filled my schedule
Momma just sent me a picture got in my family through my God damn nana
Young nigga fucked 'round, dropped out school, learned it all the ID channel
Young nigga fucked around and ran out of bullets in the .40, got to get a
These young niggas go brazy, done got that money, they might pop
So many blue faces on me right now, young still gamble
35 racks for the factories, I steal
I ain't no nigga, I teach ya
I'm a big dog, no pedigree, I eat
Boomerang your bitch sweet, she coming

Chance The Rapper]
Please,
Treat me like you who I am
Please,
I know who I am, uh