Chance The Rapper
Chance The Rapper - Big B's lyrics
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Big business Like the opp say big business, you know what I'm saying, f**ks Yeah, now watch me [Verse 1: Young Thug] Handful of hunnids, real big Bentley Hublot, nigga get some business Whole lotta hoes, nigga get your women, heh Stuff 'er with the pole, come and get your women nigga Big business, talk shit Wendy Williams, ooh Catch 'em at the club sipping, f**k around they missing, hold on Big pimping, iced out my crew now my mission complete Pimp C, I ain't doing that, I'ma f**k her on the sheets, yeah And all my niggas loyal like Bun B, hold on f**k you thought? YSL till we d-i-e, hold on, hold on f**k around and set the bitch off like Queen Latifah Hold on, hold on, yeah, going all out 'bout my dog like Scooby-ee And a nigga trap door swinging like Bizzy B, woah Outdated temporary tag on a Bentley B (Bentley B) Two tone wire bag, double R, park it on the streets, yeah, hold on Two tone wire bag, big tires tear up the streets, rwar Looking at your kid, I might be the papi (sheesh) 65 pointers in the Cuban sheesh (damn, woah, sheesh) Diamonds on the backside tearing up my skin, sheesh Uh, your old man tryna do it like me, sheesh [Chorus: Chance The Rapper] Please, please Treat me like you know who I am Please, please Bitch I know who I am, uh