[Intro]
(A tsunami warning has been issued.)
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I let the jet speed off, uh
I crave a million dollars, uh
These niggas lookin' sour, uh
I prayed up my toddlers, uh
I blew out the tires, uh
The Bugatti, yeah, it's too fast for me
Took off on a pill who asked for me
She suck on that dick gradually, uh
I grew up on sand, baby
I don't know 'bout this bitch, she a fan, baby
I don't fuck with this nigga he ran, baby
I don't fuck with this bitch, not a man, baby
Got this drip on my wrist she gon' glance at it
I don't want that lil car if your man had it
Peanut butter the guts in a 911
AK-47 with nuts and you very scary (ay)
What's the optimistic? I been out the trenches
What's the option given when you born a killer?
I been servin' babies, fuck a babysitter
I been nuttin' on her, never evеr kiss her
I just talk to God, not a fuckin' pillow
I don't fuck with fraud, I'm a real young nigga
Shawty keep me hard 'causе I'm havin' millions
And I'm so determined, nigga
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Big bag, big bag, like a fat cat, I wanna know where the racks at
I lock the dope where the latch at, got a new four-door, with the hatchback
Hundred mil' up, hundred racks in the napsack
Big dawg, big smoke, fuck a nat nat
She a Barbie and she livin' up to all that
Bitch ain't got no bag snatched all that
[Verse 2: Lil Keed]
I remember I was really lonely, now I got hundreds on me, yeah, I'm splurgin' with it
Pushin' up in a matte-black Tahoe, yeah, I'm havin' slimes in it
Told that girl I never rush, I'm always take my time in it
Biscotti that we hotboxin', you can come and get high with me
Uh, nigga ever play, we leave him dead, uh
Thirty shot hit him in the head, uh
Never hatin', I ain't never pressed, uh
You can pull a blick, we ain't scared
Yeah, air it out, you made the wrong turn (Air it out)
Told Gotit pass the hoe it's my turn
Everything I got, nigga, hard-earned
And I ain't been to sleep in the early mornin'
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Big bag, big bag, like a fat cat, I wanna know where the racks at
I lock the dope where the latch at, got a new four-door, with the hatchback
Hundred mil' up, hundred racks in the napsack
Big dawg, big smoke, fuck a nat nat
She a Barbie and she livin' up to all that
Bitch ain't got no bag snatched all that
Big bag, big bag, like a fat cat, I wanna know where the racks at
I lock the dope where the latch at, got a new four-door, with the hatchback
Hundred mil' up, hundred racks in the napsack
Big dawg, big smoke, fuck a nat nat
She a Barbie and she livin' up to all that
Bitch ain't got no bag snatched all that
[Verse 3: Dolly White]
Don't ever think that you counted me out
I walk up in Jeffrey, I'm cashin' out
Thirty some thou' for my bag, it ain't out
Three hundred thou' on my Rollie, watch out
Don't ever play with me, I'll air that shit out
I don't own this beat, but I'm walkin' it out
I'm runnin' in circles, these bitches exhausted
Give me a minute, this shit gonna cost you
I want the money mention when you talkin
I'm shootin' my shot, you will think I'm James Harden
Put some respect on my shit clear the way when I'm walkin
The fuck is you sayin'? I want all of my Ms, no Barbie
It's a slime party, you know that you're welcome to party (woo)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Big bag, big bag, like a fat cat, I wanna know where the racks at
I lock the dope where the latch at, got a new four-door, with the hatchback
Hundred mil' up, hundred racks in the napsack
Big dawg, big smoke, fuck a nat nat
She a Barbie and she livin' up to all that
Bitch ain't got no bag snatched all that
Big bag, big bag, like a fat cat, I wanna know where the racks at
I lock the dope where the latch at, got a new four-door, with the hatchback
Hundred mil' up, hundred racks in the napsack
Big dawg, big smoke, fuck a nat nat
She a Barbie and she livin' up to all that
Bitch ain't got no bag snatched all that
