Rich The Kid, Famous Dex and Jay Critch - Big Dawg

Fuck, fuck (I'm talkin' 'bout)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (KD) (yo)
Dexter (alright, okay) (huh)
big dawg shit, nigga (huh) (big dawg shit)
(Hey)
Ohhmanngodddamm, what? (You dig?)

Walk in this bitch, I'm a big dawg (big dawg)
Prada shades, I can't see y'all (can't see)
Look at the haters, they're pissed off (what?)
Draco so big, might knock my whole wrist off (baow)
Huh, and my wrist frost
She waitin' in line, ain't talkin' no crisscross (what?)
Undressin' her body, she takin' her fit off
The money keep callin' so I do not hear y'all (hear y'all)

I spent a fifty, I'm pissed off (fifty)
Rich Forever, I'm feelin' like Rick Ross (huh)
Fuck a bad bitch, get lost (get lost)
I'ma pass her over, crisscross (crisscross)
Think she was makin' like fifty-two million
Ridin' with my boy and he got a bil' (yeah)
Rich Forever back, how do you feel?
I might get a dog, put a collar on chill

In the club throwin' up-, uh (hold on)
In the club throwin' up dollar bills (hey)
Little baddie on time, let me kill (baddie)
I'm the Hood Fav', so I gotta be real (Hood Fav')
She see what she doin' for pills (she geekin')
She saw the molly, she's thrilled (the molly)
Count the money, do that for the thrill (for the fun)
In my city, they drill for the thrill of it (ha, what?)

In my city, they kill for no reason (baow)
Lil' bro killed a nigga for some pizza (ugh)
She a bird, ain't talkin' no easter (a bird)
The burner on my side, ain't talkin' no beef
I'm with Jay Critch, Hood Fav', this the season
She gave me good brain, 'cause that pussy was bleedin'
I walk in the bank and take a hundred G's
Alicia got good prices for the keys

Bitches praise me up on their knees (yeah)
Money growin' taller than the trees
These hoes chargin' you the high fee (huh)
Dej Loaf, they won't try me (nah)
We been the wave they're ridin' (ridin')
My cars and bitches exotic (exotic)
Like lotion, they're on my body (my body)
CEO, but not Yo Gotti (yeah)

I was coolin' with your hoe probably (with your hoe)
Diamonds shootin' like a whole shotty (ice)
It's been a minute since I hit that (yeah)
She came back and she got more pipe (hey)
All my haters a bunch of nobodies (huh?)
Shooters tryna go get more bodies (boom)
It's time for people to stay in their place (stay in their place)
Runnin' shit up, but you still gotta pace

Walk in this bitch, I'm a big dawg (huh)
Prada shades, I can't see y'all (a what?)
Look at the haters, they're pissed off (look at they're what?)
Draco so big, might knock my whole wrist off (baow)
Huh, and my wrist frost
She waitin' in line, ain't talkin' no crisscross
Undressin' her body, she takin' her fit off
The money keep callin' so I do not hear y'all (ha)

Rich (rich), my niggas rich forever (forever)
The racks stickin' together (racks)
Got a model, look like Bella (Bella)
But none of them badder than Tori (Tori)
Heard Dexter been lookin' for Lori (Lori)
Can't snitch, you told the whole story (story)
Sing to the bitch like Vory (wait, huh)

These bitches be actin' so petty
I got the money, I run to the fetti
Haitian nigga with machetes (machetes)
Poppin' out like confetti (confetti)
.30 on me, who gon' test me?
Bad bitch named Betty
She takin' pictures like Getty (Getty)
Alkaline, she wetty (rich)

Walk in this bitch, I'm a big dawg (huh)
Prada shades, I can't see y'all (huh)
Look at the haters, they're pissed off
Draco so big, might knock my whole wrist off
Huh, and my wrist frost
She waitin' in line, ain't talkin' no crisscross
Undressin' her body, she takin' her fit off
The money keep callin' so I do not hear y'all

Written by:
Dexter Tiewon Gore Jr., Jason Critchlow, Dimitri Leslie Roger

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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