S.O.A.K. Orion and SPACE - Big Money (feat. Tray5knowz)

Big money: spend it when my fingers feel funny
My niggas wipe your nose like it's runny
We in the Sprinter van, but we not a running
Send a couple hundred shots at ya tummy
You a lame ass bitch
And the niggas that you with be doin' the same lame shit
Are you speakin' on the gang?
We gone change that quick
Take that pussy nigga brain,
We gon' spray that shit

You a killer, but you toting baby guns, dawg
You don't want no smoke, you packin' baby blunts, dawg
You on my block, you finna have to pay me funds, dawg
When you see the Christmas lights, you better run, dawg
Red beam, on my AK, on my Glock, a green beam Got your hoe, we don't want her, but she wanna
see me
Don't you leave your car unlocked, cause my
lil' nigga scheming
Jug a nigga, shade him, fuck his girl because she scheming

Ooh, yeah, she scheming
Ooh, yeah, she screamin'
I just wet your bitch, and then I left her for no reason
Plus, I don't trust no hoe, so I don't even
need a reason
And that's the way I like it, fuck nigga
give me a reason
Yeah, pop that nigga like a molly
Yeah, can't find his way out the party
Run through the back door, through the front
door
Shot the nigga so quick, ain't nobody even spot me
Serving that dope like I'm serving your body
Mm, I got you feeling your body
Mm, I tore the tactical shotty
Mm, I'm sending shots through the lobby

Shells in the front, nigga, try me
Money for Chanel, so my girl wanna ride me
Lil' nigga play with my bands, we sliding
Ain't no bell, send a shell when you hiding

Ooh, ooh, yeah

Written by:
Deanthony Tutman, Trayvon Dunnaville

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