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Lil Uzi Vert - Big Money lyrics


[Intro: Rich Homie Quan]
Talkin' big money, boy it come in thousands
Trap house bunkin', Jay runnin' out it
Rich Homie baby!

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
Big money, boy it come in thousands
Trap house bunkin', Js runnin' out it
Twelve saw me comin', double back for me
I supply my neighbor, cul-de-sac money
(Whatchu talm bout Quan?)
Cul-de-sac money
Make so much that twelve double back for me
All I stack are dead men run it back for me
Like a daddy, cul-de-sac money

[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan]
Cul-de-sac money, I got nosey neighbors
A couple packs comin', I'm at the store waitin'
k** the fat onion, got some more paper
I keep the strap gunnin', I'm makin' dope wages
Your folks hatin', I got more paper
Your clothes basic, you see my ho tailored
All that makeup make your ho look made up
Cul-de-sac shoe strings got the hood laced up
I'm at the corner shootin' like a Pacer
“Reggie Miller I shoot a n***a face up”
And I like getting head cause I'm aimin' waist up
And if you owe me, better pay up

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
Big money, boy it come in thousands
Trap house bunkin', Js runnin' out it


Twelve saw me comin', double back for me
I supply my neighbor, cul-de-sac money
(Whatchu talm bout Quan?)
Cul-de-sac money
Make so much that twelve double back for me
All I stack are dead men run it back for me
Like a daddy, cul-de-sac money

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
I'm gettin' all this paper, A$AP money
And I'm f**in' all these b**hes, I can't get ‘em off me
And I call my dollars Precious cause my pockets chubby
They was callin me ugly, now all of these b**hes they wanna just f** me
All of my n***as they hustlin' and k**in the game, this sh** is a shame
I don't mind n***as from Harlem, I did it, and you can do the same
I took money from out the hood he good now he dont have to g**n
All of my n***as who figured they're bigger but left
Are left feeling the pain (No Love)
He was a rider, ridin' in that Porsche
I'm the Messiah, I'll be the young Trap Lord
Sippin' on the Henney, tryna get a penny, wigglin' a dime, n***a I take off
Pretty Flacko did well, now watch how Ferg go off, oh Lord

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
Big money, boy it come in thousands
Trap house bunkin', Js runnin' out it
Twelve saw me comin', double back for me
I supply my neighbor, cul-de-sac money
(Whatchu talm bout Quan?)
Cul-de-sac money
Make so much that twelve double back for me
All I stack are dead men run it back for me
Like a daddy, cul-de-sac money