It was known on the same day that sound cloud was assured by Chance The Rapper was definitely to stay with a rewarding call as the way he was supported. They announced that they don’t have enough money until the “Until Q” which was the beginning of 80 days it was announced. Young Thug moved on to their latest song offered “Big B’s“. This track is nothing but an addictive record in which both of them complemented each other.
People were wondering as they couldn’t help it that the rumors move around so fast, unfortunately, they didn’t say what kind of rumors it was. Enjoy Guys!!! This Song is by Chance The Rapper “Big B’s” Lyrics Feat. Young Thug.
Quotable Lyrics:
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, now I’ll loop that
Get a little money, I’ll hoop that
Chance The Rapper
“Big B’s”
(Feat. Young Thug)
[Intro: Young Thug]
Big Bentleys
Like an opp said big Bentleys, you know what I’m saying fucks
Yeah, now watch me
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Handful of homies, real big Bentley
Hublot, nigga get some ?
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Outdated temporary tag on a Bentley B (Bentley B)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
65 pointers and the Cuban (damn, woah, sheesh)
Diamonds on the backside tearing up my skin, sheesh
Uh, your old man tryna do it like me, sheesh
[Hook: 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, now I’ll loop that
Get a little money, I’ll hoop 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 it’s a kidzo 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
[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Make a nigga bitch jump out
Then put you in the fours with the 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, we suit, I’ma let my bitch eat
bossy
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 be the 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 bitch who got (?) through my God damn nana
Young nigga fucked around, dropped out school, learned it all
through the ID channel
Young nigga fucked around and ranned out of bullets in the .40,
got to get a banana
Deez young niggas go brazy, done got that money, they still
might pop
So many blue faces on me right now, young nigga still gambling
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
Boomarang your bitch, she coming back
[Hook: Chance The Rapper]
Please, please
Treat me like you know who I am
Please, please
Bitch I know who I am, uh
