Lyrics: Markeyvius Cathey
Music: Cole Wainwright/Vladimir Vasilev
Ah, shit
Here we go again
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm him, Big 5
Got rich and I still might slide
Bottega pants cost me a dime
Lil' mama so bad, she a dime
Sippin' codeine, she drinkin' wine
Cutthroat, play it cool, play it fine
Told bro the world yours and mines
I'ma stand on biz every time
Better know I don't play about mines
Bet he on go, won't stop till he get you
Crop his ass out cause he don't get the picture
My heart cold like a DQ Blizzard
My baby girl know she ain't waitin' till Christmas
Daddy gon' get that shit right now
She got somethin' on the way to her right now
I never been a sucker, can't be one now
Too turned up, can't turn me down
Married to money, no bitch come between
I keep that shit on, so fresh and so clean
That ass 'bout to pop out the back of her jeans
Lil' mama hop on top and make a scene
Yeah, she ready to ride
I'm locked and loaded, suggest you don't try
They say I'm that ****, you know they ain't lying
I'm him, Big 5
Got rich and I still might slide
Bottega pants cost me a dime
Lil' mama so bad, she a dime
Sippin' codeine, she drinkin' wine
Cutthroat, play it cool, play it fine
Told bro the world yours and mines
I'ma stand on biz every time
I'm him, Big 5
Got rich and I still might slide
Bottega pants cost me a dime
Lil' mama so bad, she a dime
Sippin' codeine, she drinkin' wine
Cutthroat, play it cool, play it fine
Told bro the world yours and mines
I'ma stand on biz every time
Yeah, the ****?
Yeah