Jay Worthy, CeeLo Green, Larry June and LNDN DRGS - Big Funds

Yeah, baby
Uh
Yeah, baby (Church)
Groovy (Church)
Need it
Believe it (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Game
Man
Uh
Yes, Lord
Church
Uh
Let's get it
Church
One, two, three, yee-hee

Aw, damn, it's the niggas with the big funds, big guns
I don't sip light, bitch, this thick mud (big muddy)
Aw, damn, it's them niggas kicking P shit, G shit
I don't want your pussy, rub my feet, bitch (run it up)
Two-tone, got the leather with the wood grain
Gang-gang, all my niggas really love to gangbang
Ask Seth, I got love in the Bay too, stay bool
Only thing I know is how to stay true (true)
Hit LA, pull up at Belasco's, Gong Show
With some niggas from the jungles, that's the Congo (five times)
Me and Larry two P's in a pod though
Awful, you just lost your bitch at the sideshow (you just lost)
DaM-FunK in this bitch like it's Glydezone, I'm on (ayy, ayy)
Shine got you driftin' in the time zone (back to the future)
Aw, damn, it's them niggas from the westside, best side
Drove it off the lot, fuck a test drive

Said it ain't no secret that I claim to be
It ain't no secret, bitch, it's plain to see
Gotta want it like you need it
Speak like you believe it
Could you see the pimp card if it came to me?
Now, it ain't no secret that you ain't a G
You're absolutely nothin' that you claim to be
I tried to get you money
I tried to get you money
Switch a single thing, all the same to me

One thing about me, I keeps a ho
Hit DC when the Bay was slow
You not a real P, heard you paid the snow
Made a couple thousand and praised a ho
Me, I really came from that life
Off to the trenches baggin' the white
Fifties, Snatches , 'Vettes, and bikes
My cars are nice, my hoes is righteous
Now I'm dippin', fucked around and lost my keys
But fuck it, I got me some trees and a few G's
Before I leave the house, gotta grab that thing
'Cause shit get shaky in these Frisco streets
Clock in, the block had crack for sale
And like a Pittsburgh nigga, I pack that steel
Bitch, you know that it's real
Water with chlorophyll
I keep my hands clean, I'm a player for real, Yeah

Said it ain't no secret that I claim to be
It ain't no secret, bitch, it's plain to see
Gotta want it like you need it
Speak like you believe it
Could you see the pimp card if it came to me?
Now, it ain't no secret that you ain't a G
You're absolutely nothin' that you claim to be
I tried to get you money
I tried to get you money
Switch a single thing, all the same to me

Written by:
James Jeffery Sidhoo, Larry Eugene Hendricks III, Sean House, Thomas Callaway

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