Big Sh*t Talker lyrics

[Intro]
(You can ask Bigg Cuz)
Yeah

[Verse]
Still the same b*tch, but the bag bigger
I'm the rich n*gga, ain't got time to be a gold digger
Still'll do my big one on a ho n*gga
pus*y-ass hoes talking down 'cause they ain't up with her
I just left the bank, cash comin' in crazy
Rule one, if you f*ckin' me, don't leave babies
I'm on one and I won't stop, try to make me
My day ones still in my corner like Gracie
Have no choice, first milli', I'ma split it with the homeboys
Bougie b*tch, but I be f*cking with the dope boys
You hating b*tches ain't leave me no choice
Skrrt, had to pull off in the Rolls-Royce
First class to the jet bridge, b*tch, I'm out of here
Clubs call, tell 'em I want thirty to get over there
Single, you can't tell me sh*t, just come over here
I want you to come and eat the pus*y through my underwear
Northside to the islands, outfits giving whore vibes
Call a n*gga, finna trap 'em with a soul tie
After that, he sendin' fire signs with the heart eyes
Askin' me when he can get some more time
You can see what I be on, wear my money when I'm out
I can't hear a n*gga talk, it's too much pus*y in his mouth
b*tch, don't ask me what I make 'cause it's a lot, I lost count
Outside with a n*gga wallet, look at that, I'm all smiles
Heard you b*tches don't got motion, heard you b*tches on the couch
Only thing these hoes chase is n*ggas, liquor, and the clout
Galleria to the woodlands, checked the lo', he en route
A check a ho, she big talk, it's big back, and big mouth (b*tch)
[Outro]
The f*ck these hoes thought I was gon' let up or somethin'
I been poppin' my sh*t, been curvin' y'all n*ggas
A ho should really thank me
Matter fact, a ho should really get down on her motherf*ckin' knees and thank my pus*y for not takin' y'all n*ggas
f*ck out of here
It's Ken The motherf*ckin' Man, b*tch
Put some respect on my sh*t