Do It Big Lyrics - Young Scooter

Yeah, turn the mic down 

ATL Jacob 

Yeah yeah, turn the mic 

I'm makin' this money, it's drivin' me crazy 

I'm fuckin' these bitches, they drivin' me crazy 

Thirty chains on me 

Ten million on me 

Yeah yeah 

I'm in the studio with my Cali nigga 

In the jugg house, kickin' bales with Bali's nigga 

In the nineties nigga, we was ridin' colors with rallies nigga 

In my hood I was sellin' dope in alleys nigga 

You can't finesse me, I'm a mathematician 

Done made two hundred million, I'm in the right position 

I'm in my own lane, so ain't no competition 

I gotta thank God I never been to prison (Young Scooter) 

I got away with murder, forgive me for all my sinnin' 

I'm doin' it for my kids, I'ma keep winnin' (count up) 

My son 11 years old, already talkin' millions 

By the time he 18, he own his own business 

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I'm doin' it for my kids, doin' it for my kids (BMFBG) 

I gotta do it big, gotta do it big 

I'm doin' it for my kids, doin' it for my kids 

I gotta do it big, gotta do it big 

I'm doin' it for my son, and my fuckin' daughter 

Black Amigo Scooter never had a father 

Juugin' in these dirty streets, yeah it made me smarter 

Gotta stay away from them niggas with them fed charges 

I ain't give a damn what my daddy left 

My mama had the plug and I was right there 

Elementary school, and already was a hustler 

I was in middle school and already servin' customers 

This is real talk, ain't nobody gon' fuck with us 

I got Lil Dino with me, and he ready to touch you up 

I used to be broke but, now a nigga rich as fuck 

The streets ain't safe boy, you better keep you a pistol tucked 

I got pounds, got bricks, I got ice 

When the trap get hot, jump on a flight 

To this money I got married, that's my wife 

Everyday I'm flexin' nigga, that's my life 

My lil cousin Quay fought and they gave him life 

Jugg house, make over fifty bands a night 

No flaws, sellin' weed for the rest of my life 

HNIC and BMG and that's for life 

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I made the Rollie talk big dawg lingo 

Roll through the hood, let the kids yell bingo 

Ten gold rings on my fingers, just like Deion 

All red Mulsanne, bust the brain on a peon 

Money, mo' money, mo' money, I think it done went to the head 

Tatted my neck and my stomach, I'm 'bout to go tat up my legs 

They puttin' the cut in the Actavis, now we gon' drink up the red 

I copped me a Lambo, before I pulled off, I pulled off the head 

Yeah, the Maybach got Maybach covers, takin' a nap in the bed 

Yeah, I count a few million up and talk to my niggas in feds 

Yeah, put em on FaceTime, let 'em see bitches I hit 

Yeah, let 'em see all of my chains juggin' and look at my wrist, yeah 

I'm doin' it for my kids, doin' it for my kids (BMFBG) 

I gotta do it big, gotta do it big 

I'm doin' it for my kids, doin' it for my kids 

I gotta do it big, gotta do it big 

I'm doin' it for my son, and my fuckin' daughter 

Black Amigo Scooter never had a father 

Juugin' in these dirty streets, yeah it made me smarter 

Gotta stay away from them niggas with them fed charges 

I'm makin' this money, it's drivin' me crazy 

I'm fuckin' these bitches, they drivin' me crazy 

Thirty chains on me 

10 million on me 

(Y'all fufu, fuckin' goofy)