Don Cannon

Don Cannon - Big Money lyrics

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(Intro)

Talkin' big money, boy, it come in thousands

Trap howl funky, tell it runnin' outtie

Been on the front, yeah

(Hook)

Talkin' big money, boy, it come in thousands

Trap howl funky, tell it runnin' outtie

Till they saw me comin', double back for me

I supply my neighbor, call em sack money

Call em sack money

Make so much, they toy out double back for me

All I stack up four mill, run it back for me

Like a dead man, call it sack money

(Verse)

Call it sack $, like I know the neighbors

A couple packs coming, I’m at the store waiting

Kill the fat onion, got some more paper

I keep the strap gunning, I’m making dope wages

The folks hating, I got more paper

The clothes basic, ya see my ho tailor

All that makeup make yo ho look made up

Cul de sac shoe strings got the hood laced up

I’m at the corner shooting like a Pacer

Reggie Miller Ill shoot a nigga face up

And I like any head cuz I’m aiming waist up

And if ya owe me, betta pay up

(Hook)

Talkin' big money, boy, it come in thousands

Trap howl funky, tell it runnin' outtie

Till they saw me comin', double back for me

I supply my neighbor, call em sack money

Call em sack money

Make so much, they toy out double back for me

All I stack up four mill, run it back for me

Like a dead man, call it sack money

(Verse 2)

Getting all this paper, ASAP $

And I'm fucking all these bitches

I can't get 'em off me

And I call my dollas 'Precious' cuz my pockets chubby

They was callin' me after now all of these bitches, they wanna just fuck me

All of my niggas they hustling and killing the game, this shit is a shame

All of my niggas they holla my diddy, think ya can do the same

I took $ from out the hood he good now he don't have to gangbang

All of my niggas, they figure they bigger, but enough for love

They feelin' the pain. No love!

Rider, riding in that Porsche

I’m the Messiah, I’ll be the yung Trap Lord

Sipping on the Henny, tryna get off any higgle in the dime

Nigga, I take off

Pretty Flacko did well now watch how Ferg go off, oh Lord

(Hook)

Talkin' big money, boy, it come in thousands

Trap howl funky, tell it runnin' outtie

Till they saw me comin', double back for me

I supply my neighbor, call em sack money

Call em sack money

Make so much, they toy out double back for me

All I stack up four mill, run it back for me

Like a dead man, call it sack money

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