U.O.E.N.O.-Schoolboy Q/Kendrick Lamar/Ab-Soul/Jay Rock

Big money, big booty b**ches Man, that sh*t gon' be death of me Big problems, I must admit it Man, that sh*t gon' be death of me I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope I can't stand myself I just bought a new coat, I might go broke I can't stand myself Big money, big booty b**ches Man, that sh*t... Turn me up Sin City, Sin City Sin City, Sin City Big money, big booty b**ches Tell the truth, ni**a, I'm lost without it 7 figures for a headline You want some stage time, we can talk about it Niggas actin' like they be rappin' Like nice on the mic, truly doubt it Go against the kid, y'all don't wanna live That decision is hella childish Rose gold for my old hoes They ain't satisfied then I sit 'em down 10th grade, I gave her all shade But now she got some a**, I wanna hit it now I don't lease, I just all out feast I put a blue Caprice on Gary Coleman Bomb head and some cheese eggs That's a new raise and a signing bonus Fall in this b**ch Like some good p**sy, can't stand myself So good, she so hood She a cheesehead, patty melt GED with some EBTs, and some DVDs That sh*t was happening She reel me in with some chicken wings And some collard greens, that sh*t was brackin' Just cracked me a new b**ch Bust a new nut on her ni**a's jersey My b**ch get off at 9 o'clock So I had to shake her 'round 7: 30 105, I'm stomping fast With these big guns, I'm hella dirty Get caught with this sh*t I ain't comin' home 'til like 2030 I got big money, big booty b**ches Man, that sh*t gon' be death of me (death of me) Big problems, I must admit it Man, that sh*t gon' be death of me (death of me) Big dreams, no superstition Man, that sh*t gon' be death of me (death of me) I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope I can't stand myself I just bought a new coat, I might go broke I can't stand myself I just might ban myself I just might... GOD! I'm focused feeling blessed Cause my eyes be the truth I'm focused feeling blessed Cause my eyes be the truth Mental window blurry as a b**ch Still lookin' out it So much money off the f**kin' books Could write a book about it Took a minute, no, wait a minute... Let me think about it Bout 10 years, Crips, Bloods Sweat and tears, and we still counting Had a real thick b**ch named Brooklyn She f**ked the whole squad Now every time I land in Brooklyn They f**k with the whole squad I'm more spiritual than lyrical I'm similar to Eli... Why? Cause I'm wearin' black shades And I'm headed west with the word of God I think I'm finally ready to talk about it These niggas just talk about it Homie you don't play me for no fool Poppin' bottles like enemigos Ay dios mio, I'm so cold Get so deep in that water, water They should call my johnson a harpoon Feed the needy, don't know graffiti Paint her walls like a cartoon Beat the p**sy up so bad Send her home with some war wounds Loaded off the 'gnac, hit her from the back Goin' 'cross her head... bar stool Touch her soul 'til I curl her toes Then it's time to reload, then it's part two Damn near 30, still set trippin' cuz WHere you're from, I'ma see about it Last year I made 10 million THat's wHere I've been yeaH, a private island Smoking sometHing, on autopilot Got too many cars, I migHt crasH a wHip New 'Rari pedal barely tapping Ni**a, vroom-vroom, yeaH I'm ricH b**cH Got two Rollies but one missing THink my daugHter flossing, sHe in kindergarten Got one crib wortH two cribs And my front lawn, yeaH tHat's water fountain You be talking boss, saying big words Like pHilosopHies, man you weird Homie WHat it sounds to me tHat you broke as f**k And your b**cH gon' leave and tHat's real, Homie I got big money, big booty b**ches Man, that sh*t gon' be death of me (death of me) Big problems, I must admit it Man, that sh*t gon' be death of me (death of me) Big dreams, no superstition That sh*t gon' be the death of me (death of me) I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope I can't stand myself I just bought a new coat, I just might go broke I can't stand myself I just might damn myself I just might... GOD!... GOD!