Do It Big (feat. Bad Lucc & Sage the Gemini)

Look like, walk like, smell like cash You a freak I can tell that fast Whatever it is I sell that fast Ye know I'm all about that math Whatever it is I do it big Whatever it is I do it big Twisted off the yak 'Fro hanging out the hat like All my bitches bad serving dick till they act right Need a scratch like a cat fight Flowing out blow burner keep my pack right These guns and more chicken in the Sax Fifth Ain't trippin just threw forty in the mattress Girl you playing like a bitch she's an actress Turn your hood up, have her dryer than a cactus P-Lo hit you with a banger Grab nigga that got bitches like a singer Just took a shoot and I got some more in the chamber Your bitch in my car and let her cum on my finger She can get nasty bitch I'm on I ain't looking for a classy bitch I need a hoe that's worth to fuck some Baby mama keep calling, she don't want nothing, but Deal with me later, I'm busy Look like, walk like, smell like cash You a freak I can tell that fast Whatever it is I sell that fast Ye know I'm all about that math Whatever it is I do it big Whatever it is I do it big I do it big like a big nigga should A big nigga skinny bitches like, uhh I smell like a rat, a grand To big bitches I'm a rat, a lamb Turned up, in this cause bum up Pimp like a purm up BAD all is earned up My niggas learn up I keep her cumming like tactics The bitch ain't never printed Taught my sperm to do backflips I do it big, Jimmy Neutron head I'm getting crouton bread I hit it she get the bull like Way ahead leg, that's the pun Your baby daddy a little fruit that's a runt I'm always on the cash man I'm always on the hunt Ye I'm getting paper still fire up a blunt Still riding through the hood like I ain't shit The game can't quit If I ain't on your song that thing ain't it Look like, walk like, smell like cash You a freak I can tell that fast Whatever it is I sell that fast Ye know I'm all about that math Whatever it is I do it big Whatever it is I do it big Bitch give me cash for Christmas That's merry dollar in it bitch Wetter than whatever makes your fairy flow drail Whole Tom Cruise, like Terry Jones Thomas will bring the sex cause we carry all Sell a bitch like car insurance Your baby mama caught a nigga she want reinsurance She want me into it cause I'm a get into it I'm not the only one she let my nigga still influence Back up on it about to mack on it And I keep game for cheap I keep my shack on it This baby sure I spend a rack on it Sweat it out in Vegas Treat a hater like typos I get 'em edited out the paper Razor, sharp flavor might give you a buck fifty Put the pressure on and get 'em fried up crispy Heartbreak game make the girls go stupid Stay on the hussle I'm up early on the brewsky Look like, walk like, smell like cash You a freak I can tell that fast Whatever it is I sell that fast Ye know I'm all about that math Whatever it is I do it big Whatever it is I do it big