Luyện nghe bài hát Big B's

[Intro: Thug]
Big
the opp say big business, you know what I'm saying, fucks
Yeah, now me

[Verse 1: Young
of hunnids, real big Bentley
Hublot, nigga get some
lotta hoes, nigga get your women, heh
Stuff 'er with the pole, come and get your women
Big business, talk Wendy Williams, ooh
'em at the club sipping, fuck around they missing, hold on
Big pimping, out my crew now my mission complete
Pimp C, I ain't that, I'ma fuck her on the sheets, yeah
And all my niggas loyal like Bun B, on
Fuck you YSL till we d-i-e, hold on, hold on
Fuck around and set the bitch off like Queen
Hold on, on, yeah, going all out 'bout my dog like Scooby-ee
And a trap door swinging like Bizzy B, woah
Outdated temporary tag on a B (Bentley B)
Two tone wire bag, double R, it on the streets, yeah, hold on
Two wire bag, big tires tear up the streets, rwar
Looking at your kid, I might be the (sheesh)
65 pointers in the sheesh (damn, woah, sheesh)
on the backside tearing up my skin, sheesh
Uh, your old man do it like me, sheesh

[Chorus: Chance The
Please,
Treat me like you who I am
Please,
I know who I am, uh

[Verse 2: Chance The
I got money on my
Put some money on books, that's a yard
I declare war on the for my God, sheesh
3 mil off the new hat
If I go back, I make the two cap
Love me in my city like
Get a little and I'll loop that
Get a little money, oop that
Split it my niggas in the group chat
Left for a then I flew back
Had to ask "where the truth at?"
Had to ask "where the truth at?"
Now I can't ride with the roof
Tell 'em I don't around with other people's kids
Got an office in the
Gotta bid for the
Got a meeting at the
a trip to my rib
'Cause she where I live but I see her in a min
Got a Michael card for the good luck, ay
Bra push up I pull up, ay
Got a money from the tour, yeah
it all on baby pull ups, ay
Big old Bentley, bitch I mix the Henny with the
Lemonade exterior, Lorenzos Bentleys
Put you in the zone if you start acting too friendly
Bought a baby Benzo and some just for Kensli
Wake up real but I eat late
Go and hit the with that brief case
Time to shake down cheap skate
You could tell lying, cheesecake

[Verse 3: Thug]
Make a nigga tap out
Then put you in the fours a real big body
Bitch said need to stop got 100 racks on me
Can't fit in my
I'm a street nigga, I'ma eat me some soup, let my bitch eat pasta
Told y'all niggas ain't
Black card in my wallet, feed my partner
I was at one of my shows like Cam'ron with the pink Margielas
We was tryna beat a murder capital, riding around the with the pink Beretta
When I got in touch 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
Young nigga fucked 'round, dropped out school, it all through the ID channel
Young 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 pop
So many blue faces on me right now, young nigga gamble
35 racks for the factories, I steal
I no rapper nigga, I teach ya
I'm a big dog, no pedigree, I eat
your bitch sweet, she coming back

[Chorus: Chance The
Please,
Treat me you know who I am
Please,
Bitch I who I am, uh