[Intro: Lazyboy]
Swag dripping on y'all fuck niggas..
.. Don't slip
It's Big Chillin
We out here
Lazyboy!
[Verse 1: Lazyboy]
Hold up, y'all niggas think y'all can come over here, smoke and not roll up
Fuck freeloaders, its like my pockets working out, on how they done swole up
I had a white bitch, until she called me a nigga, Smoking on that strong yeah that arnold swartzneager
Niggas sniffing coke I'm mixing coke with jager, Swishers no flavor
All about my currency..
No spitta my niggas they rolling up that burgundy
Thats that purp we smoking on the balcony
You niggas smoking trying to escape reality
I smoke cause I intake a lot of salary
Big Chillin we eating a lot of calories
Killing shit my nigga a lot of casualties
Loud pack got me charged up new batteries
[Hook: Lazyboy]
Ha Ha Ha, laughing to the bank
Puff puff pass, smoking on that dank
New York swag, but so Mississippi
Thirty blunts rolled, swear we some hippies
X2
[Verse 2: Cal Deezzi]
I got whatever you need I'm a one stop shop
Mane its hell in the Stadt, so you know my block hot
Everything I do is hella bad, mane I'm so high I need a tele pad
And every chick I fuck with Top Notch
Call me Dr. Deezzi no degree
But I keep them pills on deck like a pharmacy
My mama told me get up and go do something with your self
Thought about money and say thats something I can get myself
Thats what I did, since a kid I been going live
Life is like a jack and the box it throw you surprises
Got a pocket full of cash finna head to the bank, Fuck you mean you don't know
I'm higher than a raven I blow Edgar Allen Poe, I got plenty guap but get more
Mane!
[Verse 3: Kezzy]
I'm a pill popping animal, syrup sipping, double cupping
Never fall in love with her, I ain't trying to hand cuff her
Young kizzle a born hustler, money make me hustle harder
From the studio I'm on the iPhone and I'm taking orders
I'll rob you for your bricks and you can't even snitch on me
The way I spend your money, hope it make you sick homie
Young skinny nigga, tatted up and I'm boney
See your bitch looking I don't even want it
Hit the block chilling with a whole lot of my homies
Thirty bad bitches, but I only love the money
Mane im so broke ha ha, that shit is funny
Rich nigga shit I wipe my ass with a hundred
Bought a foreign whip now I'm doing bout a hundred
High way trip got my whole hood jumping
Re-up re-up re-up, make that shit disappear
I grind so hard this year this gone be my last year
Hoes asking for money, get the fuck out my ear
It ain't safe where I'm from, this the danger zone here
Where a niggas survive and everything ain't crystal clear
A smile will get you robbed for your gear
[Hook x2]
[Verse 4: Frank Lee]
Yeah Nigga!
King Nigga!
Haaaaa
Thirty hundreds rolled, cause a nigga like to stunt
Counting this cash while my bitch roll the blunt
Young nigga hustling I get what I want
Bought a mothafucking whip, crashed that shit that month
Got that shit fixed and I'm still on the run
Getting to the money, counting them faces
Big faces, nigga all green like I'm racist
Lucky lefty nigga, Uh no smoking aces
I had a mixed bitch until I needed more figures
Had to cut her off real fast, no scissors
I was getting money nigga, all that winter
Black timbs on me nigga like fuck a blizzard
Henny in the cup nigga straight, no chase, no mixer
Flexing on hoes, john wall no wizards
On that bullshit stink bad like gizzards
Bass hit through your face like kickers
Big Chillin nigga I ain't got no worries
Ice on my neck, too cold like a flurry
Getting dough quick like fast go hurry
Balling on niggas real talk true story
[Hook x2]
