Big Funds
CeeLo Green, Jay Worthy, LNDN DRGS, Larry June
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Yeah, baby Uh Yeah, baby (Church) Groovy (Church) Need it Believe it (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Game Man Uh Yes, Lord Church Uh Let's get it Church One, two, three, yee-hee Aw, damn, it's the niggas with the big funds, big guns I don't sip light, bitch, this thick mud (big muddy) Aw, damn, it's them niggas kicking P shit, G shit I don't want your pussy, rub my feet, bitch (run it up) Two-tone, got the leather with the wood grain Gang-gang, all my niggas really love to gangbang Ask Seth, I got love in the Bay too, stay bool Only thing I know is how to stay true (true) Hit LA, pull up at Belasco's, Gong Show With some niggas from the jungles, that's the Congo (five times) Me and Larry two P's in a pod though Awful, you just lost your bitch at the sideshow (you just lost) DaM-FunK in this bitch like it's Glydezone, I'm on (ayy, ayy) Shine got you driftin' in the time zone (back to the future) Aw, damn, it's them niggas from the westside, best side Drove it off the lot, f*ck a test drive Said it ain't no secret that I claim to be It ain't no secret, bitch, it's plain to see Gotta want it like you need it Speak like you believe it Could you see the pimp card if it came to me? Now, it ain't no secret that you ain't a G You're absolutely nothin' that you claim to be I tried to get you money I tried to get you money Switch a single thing, all the same to me One thing about me, I keeps a ho Hit DC when the Bay was slow You not a real P, heard you paid the snow Made a couple thousand and praised a ho Me, I really came from that life Off to the trenches baggin' the white Fifties, Snatches , 'Vettes, and bikes My cars are nice, my hoes is righteous Now I'm dippin', fucked around and lost my keys But f*ck it, I got me some trees and a few G's Before I leave the house, gotta grab that thing 'Cause shit get shaky in these Frisco streets Clock in, the block had crack for sale And like a Pittsburgh nigga, I pack that steel Bitch, you know that it's real Water with chlorophyll I keep my hands clean, I'm a player for real, Yeah Said it ain't no secret that I claim to be It ain't no secret, bitch, it's plain to see Gotta want it like you need it Speak like you believe it Could you see the pimp card if it came to me? Now, it ain't no secret that you ain't a G You're absolutely nothin' that you claim to be I tried to get you money I tried to get you money Switch a single thing, all the same to me
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Written by: James Jeffery Sidhoo, Larry Eugene Hendricks III, Sean House, Thomas Callaway
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