Big Amount lyrics

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
I got a big bank
Let them know this sh*t stank
Babyface, but I'm rocking a big face
Well known in 6 states
Celebrating, but it ain't my birthday
n*ggas just get cake
Get back, get your ass wacked
Sergical in this b*tch [?]
Real n*ggas done turned fake
I seen it all
I'm the n*gga that you know score touchdowns without the ball
Tell my b*tch it might be a workout when we leave the mall, 'cause my bags heavy
Don't call me until my cash heavy
See my old hoes, then I act petty
[?] can't f*ck with me, you know my cup with me
Real boss, ain't no touching me
Ain't gon' make it back, and n*gga come for me
Dub on me, can't go in there n*gga, less the club want me
One and only, f*ck with street n*ggas, more money than the club [?]
New coupe when I pull through, doing numbers on YouTube
Doing numbers in the hood too, and I'm good in the berbs too
Boy, you my son, like I birthed you
Your b*tch can't f*ck with my worst two
Going in like a kerphew, spilling drank, chewing percs too
Raff Simands in my closet, b*tch, blow a check, 'cause I'm balling, b*tch
f*ck her good, never call a b*tch
I ain't never really lost sh*t
These n*ggas tryna act like they don't see me, but they watching heavy
You getting money, but you kinda petty
Tell the truth, lil n*gga, you ain't ready
Used to ride 6's on the Chevy
That's an old school
Put my life on these ProTools
I run game, and I coach too
They copy swag [?]
You sleep, n*gga, then hit the snooze
We up forever, f*ck whoever
We don't want sh*t but the chetter, n*gga
[Verse 2: Peezy]
I got a big amount
I had them in a drout
Baby chopper sitting in the couch
I f*ck your b*tch and I send her out
Rap sheet, got some felonies
Still f*ck around on the side
Crossed over plenty state lines
Take the plain for the safe side
If you really getting money, show it
Break a half pound down and blow it
Stevie Wonder, talking to you n*ggas, saying y'all can't see Peezy and you know it
Better show up with that check then
I'm a ghetto boy, and that's it
Bad b*tches talk the best sh*t
But can't even really suck di*k
[?] exit
And I never ever seen these n*ggas inside of the club flexing
And I f*cked on my best friend
f*ck n*ggas got no say so
Hustle hard, and I ain't change clothes
Stack until the whole month gone
Sucker sh*t is what I ain't on
You can move right on hard road
We still don't live by the same code
Throwing bands on the stage though
n*gga, long live Flav, ho
Skip the fake and the foney sh*t, let's get straight down to the pro
You don't know, then you will never know
They just popped a whole chetter grove