BIA and Sevyn Streeter - BIG DEAL

(Aziz)
Uh, uh, uh
(Hey, I'm really Rich)
BIA, BIA

I'm the nastiest bitch I know (uh)
And I do a magic trick with my throat (uh)
I'm Mariah Carey, ho, I hit the high notes (yeah)
He gon' wanna marry me with eyes closed
Fuck it, baby, I'm a big deal
I ain't cryin' if the milk spilled, crack seals
You gon' bust me down if the shit real
Blue hundreds, pink fifties, I like blue bills (cash)
Fuck me in the 'Vette, baby, I need new thrills (uh)
Money ain't a thing and I'm like, "Bitch, hardly"
I'ma do that nigga like I'm Lori Harvey

Two wrists, AP
Maybe that's the reason why they hate me (uh)
Top tier pussy, what he rank me
When I fuck that nigga, make him thank me, Lord (thanks)

You wanna rock my body
Get me wet on the jet, let me ride, shawty
Give me Birkins and baguettes, I be so naughty
Boy, this pussy be the best
And you know that's something to kiss
Don't talk to me, just pucker your lips
We get lit, we get drunk off the Cris' and the Rosé
And my bitches keep askin' about what we did, we won't say

Archin' up my back, I know it's fuckin' you up
Treat it like a straw the way I'm suckin' you up
Man, this pussy yours, you could put it on a leash
Take this pussy for a walk, yeah, yeah

I like big spenders for certain (frrt, cash)
Been a lot of things, not a regular person (not a regular person)
I'm a star, they pullin' back the curtain (sheesh)
He thought he replaced me, but it wasn't workin'
I be leavin' bitches feelings hurtin'
I'ma give 'em reasons to be lurkin'
Rapping but it sound like it's a sermon
Freaky but it feel like I'm a virgin, uh
Fuck me on the West, now I'm like, "What's happenin'?"
He just want a rich bitch, Kim Kardashian

Two wrists, AP
Maybe that's the reason why they hate me (uh)
Top tier pussy, what he rank me
When I fuck that nigga, I make him thank me, Lord (thanks)

You wanna rock my body
Get me wet on the jet, let me ride, shawty
Give me Birkins and baguettes, I be so naughty
Boy, this pussy be the best
And you know that's something to kiss
Don't talk to me, just pucker your lips
We get lit, we get drunk off the Cris' and the Rosé
And my bitches keep askin' about what we did, we won't say

Archin' up my back, I know it's fuckin' you up
Treat it like a straw the way I'm suckin' you up
Man, this pussy yours, you could put it on a leash
Take this pussy for a walk, yeah, yeah

I like big spenders for certain

Written by:
Abdul Aziz Dieng, Amber Streeter, Bianca Landrau, Enoch Harris III

Publisher:
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