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Ricky Rozay Ricky Rozay Big X the plug Big X the plug It's bigger than ever We livin' large on this side Woo Double M Set in stone Maybach Music
Gettin' big, gettin' big, my dreams gettin' big Two-seater, top down with an eight-figure bitch Gettin' big, gettin' big, my money gettin' big Gettin' big, gettin' big, my money gettin' big
Niggas think I'm trippin' (Ricky) Diamonds on me drippin' (Drippin') D-Boy of the South, so you know I'm movin' different (Uh) Livin' large is the mission (Both) Plane forty tickets
Came just to party, so I came with forty bitches
Say my name and I'm comin' (Comin') Car show out in London (London) People askin' questions, so don't tell they ass none (Never) Shake that ass, baby, 'cause I wanna leave with some (Come on, baby) Shake that ass, baby, I won't tell the homies nothin' (Come on, baby) Count money on the floor (Floor), always count the most (Woo)
Started hearin' voices, so I gave away the Ghost (Yeah) Fortune on the Phantom, thousand acres in Atlanta (Dope) Gave away a hundred for some homies with some cattle (Yeah) Ballin' is the basic (Uh), how we beat the cases (Uh) Success on my tongue, like fuck, I can taste it All you haters overrated (Ricky), all underpaid (Woo) This boy'll make him twenty million in a hundred days
Gettin' big, gettin' big, my dreams gettin' big Two-seater, top down with an eight-figure bitch Gettin' big, gettin' big, my money gettin' big Gettin' big, gettin' big, my money gettin' big
Ayy, see, I'm the biggest of the big, my partner just did a bid That nigga only did a year, when he got out, I gave him ten Went Audemar and double R, I let my wrist float in the wind
Every time I hit Miami, I can't lie, we do it big
Exotic cars, them bitches big, can't fit the car, we chop the whip And way before I was the biggest, in them streets, we did it big You need a boat? Shit, we got big Fresh off the yacht, they bitches big And every pointer sittin' on my chest with no light, Betty Hill Just cashed the check, three hundred Inches for one show, boy, I'm the shit We hit the club, I need some models, ones in Bel-Air in that bitch Went superstar straight from the 6 Way since a jit's where I been lived
I got like one point six in jewelry on and it's only one kilo Alpaca rug was saggy stitched the only way I'm in the whip I still be thinkin' back on my last lick, we made that nigga strip And I know karma comin', when she do, I bet that nigga flip Just spent five hundred K on foreign shit and wrapped it blue for Nip
Gettin' big, gettin' big, I swear it's gettin' big Gettin' big, gettin' big, my pockets gettin' big Gettin' big, gettin' big, my whips, all of 'em big Gettin' big, gettin' big, my chains keep gettin' big, ayy
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