Yeah, Bigga Than Life

YMCMB, flashy life style

[?] on my headphones, my ni**a

And my ones up


Hustle in the morning, smokin' in the clouds

Bitches come in dumpin' cause they ran a hundred miles

Rain still pourin', the bottles lift up

Stuntin' on them bitches and the whips flamed up

The sun do shine, Christmas every day

Them holidays comin', so you know we quit the spray

Muscle is a must, the money in the can

Strapped every day, we still hustle in the sand


Uh, holla holla

Hehe, go

I'm a need a mountain of money

A mountain that amount the amounts to a mountain of money

Ride out with my dunny, fresh up out your mommy

Shout to the tummy - eat, sleep, shit on my toes

Bust a bitch in her nose cause they mouth so runny

Back to the money, Dada

Give a ni**a bread like "bless you" (thank you) nada

I'm been on the block from the top tryna plot on a spot

Now I'm game with it - ta da!

F**k around, I'll bang with the sawed-off

F**k around, rob these ni**as, do my thing like "voila"

Ain't nothin' changed but the dollars

Ni**as so lame cause they ain't gon' claim i'm they father

F**k it

I'm one of the ni**as that don't fold

Treat me like one of them ni**as that don't rap

Spinning 'em like a Tommy, automatic my laddy

I've been known to get ni**as in one "blap!"

When I trip up, it's foreign - when I grip up, it's foreign

When I f**k, bitch foreign

Pull on my Trukfit foregin...

Pull on my Trukfit foregin...

I don't trust these hoes


Every single morning that a ni**a get out of bed

Know a ni**a gotta get it

Money to burn, raw OG Kush in a $100 bill, smoke weed with it

Why y'all ni**as wanna whip shit with it?

Musson, I ain't gotta put a key in it

True don, make me wanna whip in it

Different money - add another didget

Get this money then I slide and I'm gone

Y'all already know who's side that I'm on

YMCMB, lil' ni**a - Rich Gang, everything far from the norm

From the jails to the college campus, we've got 'em yellin' in the dorms

We try to compete 'til they go bankrupt, and we're just gettin' warm

If you ain't know, motherf**ker, you can take another look, ni**a

Whole team strong...

And we knock every spot on the charts

Every time a ni**a drop each song

I don't need to tell 'em, they already know what it is

We run every city and we runnin' every block, ni**a

Respect this conglomerate, bitch, cause you can't reach the #1 spot


Yup, i quit that bitch, don't look at my bucks

And i'm about that sell, pop back on that bus

Nah man, f**k them hoes, i won my O's

Bitch, i got a gold, let's roll back on the show

She bad, we see ya, another ni**a can't beat her

In the [?] then back to the streets

Bitch, it's a habit to f**k it with Weezy

Thank god for Tunechi, Lord bless stunna

Hallejulah, Cash Money, i was going under

Tryna f**k my [?], and i do my Ana

And i ain't talking 'bout [?]

Bitch, [?] ni**a as my mama

But, we are tha business

That's all they seeing

You cannot f**k with them