Big B's Lyrics - Young Thug

[Intro: Young Thug] 

Big business 

Like the opp say big business, you know what I'm saying, fucks 

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, fuck around they missing, hold on 

Big pimping, iced out my crew now my mission complete 

Pimp C, I ain't doing that, I'ma fuck her on the sheets, yeah 

And all my niggas loyal like Bun B, hold on 

Fuck you thought? YSL till we d-i-e, hold on, hold on 

Fuck 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Outdated temporary tag on a Bentley B (Bentley B) 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 

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[Chorus: Chance The Rapper] 

Please, please 

Treat me like you know who I am 

Please, please 

Bitch I know who I am, uh 

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper] 

I got money on my card 

Put some money on they books, that's a yard 

I declare war on the beast for my God, sheesh 

Gross 3 mil off the new hat 

If I could go back, I make the two cap 

Love me in my city like Cusack 

Get a little beat and I'll loop that 

Get a little money, I'll oop that 

Split it with my niggas in the group chat 

Left for a minute then I flew back 

Had to ask Bruce "where the truth at?" 

Had to ask Rahm "where the truth at?" 

Now I can't ride with the roof back 

Tell 'em I don't play around with other people's kids 

Got an office in the steakhouse 

Gotta bid for the ribs 

Got a meeting at the Ritz 

Gave a trip to my rib 

'Cause she leaving where I live but I see her in a min 

Got a Michael prayer card for the good luck, ay 

Bra push up when I pull up, ay 

Got a little money from the tour, yeah 

Spend it all on baby pull ups, ay 

Big old Bentley, bitch I mix the Henny with the Simply 

Lemonade exterior, Lorenzos under Bentleys 

Put you in the friend zone if you start acting too friendly 

Bought a baby Benzo and some Kenzo just for Kensli 

Wake up real early but I eat late 

Go and hit the streets with that brief case 

Time to shake down another cheap skate 

You could tell he's lying, cheesecake 

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[Verse 3: Young Thug] 

Make a nigga bitch tap out 

Then put you in the fours with a real big body 

Bitch said nigga need to stop got 100 racks on me 

Can't fit in my pocket 

I'm a street nigga, I'ma eat me some soup, I'ma let my bitch eat pasta 

Told y'all niggas ain't stopping 

Black card in my wallet, I'ma feed my partner 

I was at one of my shows feeling like Cam'ron with the pink Margielas 

We was tryna beat a murder capital, riding around the town with the pink Beretta 

When I got in touch with the money, me and shawty fucked around and filled my schedule 

Momma just sent me a picture got Indian in my family through my God damn nana 

Young nigga fucked 'round, dropped out school, learned it all through the ID channel 

Young nigga fucked around and ran out of bullets in the .40, got to get a banana 

These young niggas go brazy, done got that money, they still might pop 

So many blue faces on me right now, young nigga still gamble 

35 racks for the factories, I steal mammals 

I ain't no rapper nigga, I teach ya 

I'm a big dog, no pedigree, I eat racks 

Boomerang your bitch sweet, she coming back 

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper] 

Please, please 

Treat me like you know who I am 

Please, please 

Bitch I know who I am, uh