B.M.F. (Blowin' Money Fast)

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I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
 Whippin' work, hallelujah
 One nation under God
 Real niggas getting money from the fucking start
 I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
 Getting work, hallelujah
 One nation under God
 Real niggas getting money from the fucking start
 My Rolls-Royce triple black, I'm geechee ho
 Balling in the club, bottles like I'm Meech ho
 Rosé, that's my nickname
 Cocaine running in my big vein
 Self-made, you just affiliated
 I built it ground up, you bought it renovated
 Talkin' plenty capers, nothing's been authenticated
 Funny you claimin' the same bitch that I'm penetratin'
 Hold the bottles up, where my comrades?
 Where the fucking felons, where my dogs at?
 Uh, I got that Archie Bunker
 And it's so white I just might charge you double
 I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
 Whippin' work, hallelujah
 One nation under God
 Real niggas getting money from the fucking start
 I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
 Getting work, hallelujah
 One nation under God
 Real niggas getting money from the fucking start
 These motherfuckers mad that I'm icy
 Stunt so hard make 'em come indict me
 I think I'm Big Meech, look at my timepiece
 It's an Audemar, hundred wrecks at least
 Look at yourself now look at me
 You can't see a nigga, I'm what you used to be
 Look at it this way, you niggas sideways
 Always getting money, my nigga, crime pays
 So fuck a nigga, I'm self-made
 You a sucka nigga, I'm self-paid
 This for my broke niggas, this for my rich niggas
 Got a hundred on the head of a snitch nigga
 I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
 Whippin' work, hallelujah
 One nation under God
 Real niggas getting money from the fucking start
 I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
 Getting work, hallelujah
 One nation under God
 Real niggas getting money from the fucking start
 36 holes leave you bleedin' fam
 Words in them thirty-six o's in the kilogram
 Blunt tip, armors like caviar
 Wild and out, fish-tailin' Subaru, rally car
 Out the passenger, lead in the automatic off
 For egg or that girl, I knock your mommy and daddy off
 Fuck around and knock the emblem off the Caddy off
 Four-shooters buggin' out, blickin' at your Caddy doors
 And did I mention? Gun from Red Dead Redemption
 Nine mils, fifty clip extensions
 Hope it's like a mattress in the hood, I'm flippin' on it
 And the money's like a chair, I'm sittin' on it
 I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
 Whippin' work, hallelujah
 One nation under God
 Real niggas getting money from the fucking start
 I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
 Getting work, hallelujah
 One nation under God
 Real niggas getting money from the fucking start
 
 I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
 Whippin' work, hallelujah
 One nation under God
 Real niggas getting money from the fucking start
 I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
 Getting work, hallelujah
 One nation under God
 Real niggas getting money from the fucking start
 My Rolls-Royce triple black, I'm geechee ho
 Balling in the club, bottles like I'm Meech ho
 Rosé, that's my nickname
 Cocaine running in my big vein
 Self-made, you just affiliated
 I built it ground up, you bought it renovated
 Talkin' plenty capers, nothing's been authenticated
 Funny you claimin' the same bitch that I'm penetratin'
 Hold the bottles up, where my comrades?
 Where the fucking felons, where my dogs at?
 Uh, I got that Archie Bunker
 And it's so white I just might charge you double
 I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
 Whippin' work, hallelujah
 One nation under God
 Real niggas getting money from the fucking start
 I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
 Getting work, hallelujah
 One nation under God
 Real niggas getting money from the fucking start
 These motherfuckers mad that I'm icy
 Stunt so hard make 'em come indict me
 I think I'm Big Meech, look at my timepiece
 It's an Audemar, hundred wrecks at least
 Look at yourself now look at me
 You can't see a nigga, I'm what you used to be
 Look at it this way, you niggas sideways
 Always getting money, my nigga, crime pays
 So fuck a nigga, I'm self-made
 You a sucka nigga, I'm self-paid
 This for my broke niggas, this for my rich niggas
 Got a hundred on the head of a snitch nigga
 I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
 Whippin' work, hallelujah
 One nation under God
 Real niggas getting money from the fucking start
 I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
 Getting work, hallelujah
 One nation under God
 Real niggas getting money from the fucking start
 36 holes leave you bleedin' fam
 Words in them thirty-six o's in the kilogram
 Blunt tip, armors like caviar
 Wild and out, fish-tailin' Subaru, rally car
 Out the passenger, lead in the automatic off
 For egg or that girl, I knock your mommy and daddy off
 Fuck around and knock the emblem off the Caddy off
 Four-shooters buggin' out, blickin' at your Caddy doors
 And did I mention? Gun from Red Dead Redemption
 Nine mils, fifty clip extensions
 Hope it's like a mattress in the hood, I'm flippin' on it
 And the money's like a chair, I'm sittin' on it
 I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
 Whippin' work, hallelujah
 One nation under God
 Real niggas getting money from the fucking start
 I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
 Getting work, hallelujah
 One nation under God
 Real niggas getting money from the fucking start
 

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Duration
04:10
Key
2
Tempo
140 BPM

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