Big Money lyrics

by

Trina



[Intro: Richie Re]
(Alright, girls, get up, y'all know what that means
It's money upstairs)
It's Richie
(Come on, let's go)

[Chorus: Richie Re]
I like my n*ggas big money (I like my n*ggas big money)
Come and pay these bills for me (Come and pay these bills for me)
A b*tch get her own dough (Get her own dough)
But we can run it up some more (We can run it up some more)
I like my n*ggas big money (I like my n*ggas big money)
Come and pay these bills for me (Come and pay these bills for me)
A b*tch get her own dough (Get her own dough)
But we can run it up some more (We can run it up some more)

[Verse 1: Richie Re]
Purse first, ass last, I'm a boss b*tch (Boss b*tch)
You want Richie, you gon' have to pay the cost quick (Mmm)
I need a condo in the sky, I need a Skydweller (Skydweller)
I need a Bentley with a driver, come on, big fella (Big fella)
Big money got them haters looking big mad (Oh, you big mad)
If you want Richie, you gon' have to have a big bag (Big bag)
Gotta have a big di*k 'cause I got plenty ass (Uh)
Icebox for the drip, I got plenty splash
Where the bag at? n*gga, where the bag at?
Oh you a worker? Never mind, where your dad at? (Hey, dad)
I got this bomb-ass pus*y just like Baghdad (Haha)
I need a n*gga make me scream like a Hellcat (Rrr)
Where them big-money n*ggas? Where them dollars at? (Where them dollars at?)
If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, I ain't callin' back (I ain't callin' back)
Broke n*ggas tryna ask me for a follow back
If it ain't leadin' to no money, I don't follow that
[Chorus: Richie Re]
I like my n*ggas big money (I like my n*ggas big money)
Come and pay these bills for me (Come and pay these bills for me)
A b*tch get her own dough (Get her own dough)
But we can run it up some more (We can run it up some more)
I like my n*ggas big money (I like my n*ggas big money)
Come and pay these bills for me (Come and pay these bills for me)
A b*tch get her own dough (Get her own dough)
But we can run it up some more (We can run it up some more)

[Verse 2: Trina]
I love my n*gga big money with a whole lotta cash (Yeah)
He be standing in the middle when he take pictures
'Cause he got the biggest bag
He the first to walk deep in the club
He be followed by a whole lot of n*ggas (Yeah)
He ain't scared to throw a bag on a b*tch (Nah)
And he ain't scared to go and get a bag, real sh*t
And he know what kind of bag that a b*tch like to rock
So I keep a label bag on me, b*tch
'Cause, b*tch, I'm rocky, I'm so icy
I never met a n*gga that wouldn't wife me
I cut 'em off, ho (Yeah), when the dough slow
So many diamonds, they don't shine, b*tch, this chain glow
I got n*ggas from Ibiza tryna give the B's up
Fly to the pus*y, but I'm the pus*y teaser
Better have a big check for this sh*t
'Cause you gon' spend every chance you get, Trina
[Chorus: Richie Re]
I like my n*ggas big money (I like my n*ggas big money)
Come and pay these bills for me (Come and pay these bills for me)
A b*tch get her own dough (Get her own dough)
But we can run it up some more (We can run it up some more)
I like my n*ggas big money (I like my n*ggas big money)
Come and pay these bills for me (Come and pay these bills for me)
A b*tch get her own dough (Get her own dough)
But we can run it up some more (We can run it up some more)

[Outro: Richie Re]
I like my n*ggas big money
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