Big Dog lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Woah-woah, woah (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
All-white toes, real long cornrows
Emilio bikini, she don't wear cheap clothes
I'ma pull up in a all-white Rolls
Can you unlock the door of your room, yeah-yeah?
Can I eat it on the stove?
Baby, you a freak, why you keep eatin' on my clothes
Balenciaga cheap, you know I'm buyin' out the store
Just bought her some diamonds, finna buy her ass some more (Ooh-woah, ooh-woah), oh
You ain't know I was a big dog (Big dog)
f*ck her on the floor, I got your b*tch callin' (Yeah, yeah)
I made twenty off a show, bae, I'm big ballin' (Yеah)
And I ain't even sayin', that's my drip talkin' (Drip)
She bе runnin' from that di*k like she Crip walkin' (Runnin' from that di*k)
She be sayin, "Boy, bool", like she a Blood or something (Oh, ooh-woah)
She love to talk her sh*t like the plug or something (Yeah, yeah)
Bae, let's go to CVS, gon' get some mud or something

[Chorus]
f*ckin' you like we in love or something (f*ckin' you like)
Put this Rollie on until you get your other one (Get your other one)
I be fiendin' for that pus*y like it's drug or something (Oh, ooh-woah)
She with all the sh*t, my lil' thug or something (Yeah, yeah)
Baby, let me get your chilli right (Let me get your chilli right)
I ain't no sucka, I ain't know how you like the silly type
And I know your last n*gga, he ain't it hit right (No)
She gon' spend the night when she want me to get her right, yeah (Yeah)
[Post-Chorus]
She gon' spend the night when she want me to get her right, yeah, yeah, yeah
She gon' spend the night when she want me to get her right
She gon' spend the night when she want me to get her right, yeah, yeah
She gon' spend the night when she want me to get her right

[Verse 2]
All-white toes, real long cornrows
Balenciaga hoodie, she don't wear cheap clothes
I must be pulling up in the all-white Rolls
Baby, take off your clothes (Take off your clothes)
I'm that n*gga and she know
Every time she pull up, I be puttin' on a show
Balenciaga cheap, you know I'm buyin' out the store
f*ck you like I'm fresh out and I'm goin' back on the road, oh
You ain't know I was big dog
Double R in the driveway, no Rick Ross
I be trickin', I ain't trippin' what that sh*t cost
Ooh, she love Balenciaga, she a big boss
And she a bad b*tch (Yeah), with your ass did
She do lashes, she go to shcool, take classes
If she a hoochie, you know she get ratchet
Baby, let me get you right, let's hit Saks Fifth

[Chorus]
f*ckin' you like we in love or something (In love)
Put this Rollie on until you get your other one (Yeah, yeah)
I be fiendin' for that pus*y like it's drug or something (Oh, ooh-woah)
She with all the sh*t, my lil' thug or something (Yeah, yeah)
Baby, let me get your chilli right (Let me get your chilli right)
I ain't no sucka, I ain't know how you like the silly type
And I know your last n*gga, he ain't it hit right (No, no)
She gon' spend the night when she want me to get her right, yeah (Yeah)
[Post-Chorus]
She gon' spend the night when she want me to get her right, yeah, yeah, yeah
She gon' spend the night when she want me to get her right
She gon' spend the night when she want me to get her right, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah, oh-oh, oh-oh
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Ooh-woah, woah-woah, oh, oh