Vice City Lyrics - Black Hippy

Big money, big booty bitches 

Man that shit gon' be death of me 

Big problems, I must admit it 

Man that shit 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 bitches 

Man that shit 

Turn me up 

Sensing, sensing, sensing, sensing 

Big money, big booty bitches 

Tell the truth, nigga 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 not 

Go against the king, 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 ass, 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 bitch 

Like some good pussy, can't stand myself 

So good, she so hood 

She a cheesehead, patty melt 

GED with some EBTs, and some EBD's 

That shit was happening 

She reel me in with some chicken wings 

And some collard greens, that shit was brackin' 

Just cracked me a new bitch 

Bust a new nut on her nigga's jersey 

My bitch get off at 9 o'clock 

So I had to shake her 'round 7:30 

1:05, I'm stomping fast 

With these big guns, I'm hella dirty 

Get caught with this shit 

I ain't comin' home 'til like 2030 

I got big money, big booty bitches 

Man that shit gon' be death of me (death of me) 

Big problems, I must admit it 

Man that shit gon' be death of me (death of me) 

Big dreams, no superstition 

Man that shit 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 

Mental window blurry as a bitch 

Still lookin' out it 

So much money off the fuckin' 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 bitch named Brooklyn 

She fucked the whole squad 

Every time I land in Brooklyn 

They fuck 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, los 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 pussy 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'mma 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 

Nigga, vroom-vroom, yeah I'm rich bitch 

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 bars, saying big words 

Like philosophies, man you weird homie 

What it sounds to me that you broke as fuck 

And your bitch gon' leave and that's real homie 

I got big money, big booty bitches 

Man that shit gon' be death of me (death of me) 

Big problems, I must admit it 

Man that shit gon' be death of me (death of me) 

Big dreams, no superstition 

That shit 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 ban myself 

I just might God! God!