BIG DEAL lyrics

[Intro: BIA]
(Aziz, Aziz, Aziz)
Uh, uh, uh
(Hey, I'm really Rich)
BIA, BIA

[Verse 1: BIA]
I'm the nastiest b*tch I know (Huh)
And I do a magic trick with my throat (Huh)
I'm Mariah Carey, ho, I hit the high notes (Yeah)
He gon' wanna marry me with eyes closed
f*ck it, baby, I'm a big deal
I ain't cryin' if the milk spilled, crack seals
You gon' bust me down if the sh*t real
Blue hundreds, pink fifties, I like blue bills (Cash)
f*ck me in the 'Vette, baby, I need new thrills (Huh)
Money ain't a thing and I'm like, "b*tch, hardly"
I'ma do that n*gga like I'm Lori Harvey

[Pre-Chorus: BIA]
Two wrists, AP
Maybe that's the reason why they hate me (Huh)
Top tier pus*y, where he rank me
When I f*ck that n*gga, I make him thank me, Lord (Thanks)

[Chorus: Sevyn Streeter]
You wanna rock my body
Get me wet on the jet, let me ride shawty
Give me Birkins and baguettes, I be so naughty
Boy, this pus*y be the best, and you know that's something to kiss
Don't talk to me, just pucker your lips
We get lit, we get drunk off the Kriss and the rolls
And my b*tches keep askin' about what we did, boy, we won’t say
[Post-Chorus: Sevyn Streeter]
Archin' up my back and I was f*ckin' you up
Treat it like a straw the way I'm suckin' you up
Man, this pus*y yours, you can put it on a leash
Take this pus*y for a walk, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: BIA]
I like big spenders for certain (Frrt, cash)
Been a lot of things, not a regular person (Not a regular person)
I'm a star, they pullin' back the curtain (Sheesh)
He thought he replaced me, but it wasn't workin'
I be leavin' b*tches feelings hurtin'
I'ma give 'em reasons to be lurkin'
Rapping but it sound like it’s a sermon
Freaky but it feel like I'm a virgin, uh
f*ck me on the West, now I'm like, "What's happenin'?"
He just want a rich b*tch, Kim Kardashian

[Pre-Chorus: BIA]
Two wrists, AP
Maybe that's the reason why they hate me (Huh)
Top tier pus*y, where he rank me
When I f*ck that n*gga, I make him thank me, Lord (Thanks)

[Chorus: Sevyn Streeter]
You wanna rock my body
Get me wet on the jet, let me ride shawty
Give me Birkins and baguettes, I be so naughty
Boy, this pus*y be the best, and you know that's something to kiss
Don't talk to me, just pucker your lips
We get lit, we get drunk off the Kriss and the rolls
And my b*tches keep askin' about what we did, boy, we won’t say
[Post-Chorus: Sevyn Streeter]
Archin' up my back and I was f*ckin' you up
Treat it like a straw the way I'm suckin' you up
Man, this pus*y yours, you can put it on a leash
Take this pus*y for a walk, yeah, yeah

[Outro: BIA]
I like big spenders for certain