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Letra : Actin Boujee
Big Money
Gettin' rich, they say I'm actin' bougie
I ain't nothin' like your n***a, b*t*h, he hella Boosie
But y'all go good together 'cause you Boosie too
I don't pump fake with it, b*t*h, I really shoot
And I'ma shoot my shot on her if she cute
Crip b*t*h run it into me, all blues
Keep everything slatt, all these n***as know
We done been making hits up in Frisco
Still Ruth Chriss dining, I ain't switch it up
You ain't callin' 'bout no money, I ain't pickin' up
Antisocial n***a, ain't with conversation
It's money for everybody, n***a, stop hating
Got shots for everybody, I am not aiming
Why I had to grow up to be so evil?
Had a check before I got the Insta blue check
Just know you a dead man, you touch my neck
I could show you how to be a boss
I ain't check the price, said f**k what it cost
Backends got me sittin' well off
I just fell back on n***as, I ain't fell off
Can't stop me drop, got the streets back poppin'
Off tour on the block with a couple choppers
I don't gotta keep a killer with me
'Cause any n***a try to test me, I'ma kill him
Every vent I shoot, it's a milli'
They gon' be mad when I pull up in the Bentley
Drop the top on 'em, 'cause this hot n***a feelin'
Cookies got me higher than the ceiling
Said she need a drug dealer, she don't f**k with killers
She know I might kill the b*t*h if she ever cheat
I don't argue on the 'net, leave it in the streets
Chargin' n***as 10K just to squash beef
N***as never seen ten in they life
Bet it all on the nine when I'm on the dice
Barely f**k with knives, b*t*h, I keep a .40
I'm out here tryna f**k sh*t like I'm E-40
Keep a pair of Mikes on, feelin' like Mike
Slap the b*t*h up, now I'm like Ike
I'm a rude a** n***a, I am not nice
Ain't no verses for the free, n***a, pay the price
Gettin' rich, they say I'm actin' bougie
I ain't nothin' like your n***a, b*t*h, he hella Boosie
But y'all go good together 'cause you Boosie too
I don't pump fake with it, b*t*h, I really shoot
And I'ma shoot my shot on her if she cute
Crip b*t*h run it into me, all blues
Keep everything slatt, all these n***as know
We done been making hits up in Frisco
Still Ruth Chriss dining, I ain't switch it up
You ain't callin' 'bout no money, I ain't pickin' up
Antisocial n***a, ain't with conversation
It's money for everybody, n***a, stop hating
Got shots for everybody, I am not aiming
Why I had to grow up to be so evil?
Had a check before I got the Insta blue check
Just know you a dead man, you touch my neck
I could show you how to be a boss
I ain't check the price, said f**k what it cost
Backends got me sittin' well off
I just fell back on n***as, I ain't fell off
Can't stop me drop, got the streets back poppin'
Off tour on the block with a couple choppers
I don't gotta keep a killer with me
'Cause any n***a try to test me, I'ma kill him
Every vent I shoot, it's a milli'
They gon' be mad when I pull up in the Bentley
Drop the top on 'em, 'cause this hot n***a feelin'
Cookies got me higher than the ceiling
Said she need a drug dealer, she don't f**k with killers
She know I might kill the b*t*h if she ever cheat
I don't argue on the 'net, leave it in the streets
Chargin' n***as 10K just to squash beef
N***as never seen ten in they life
Bet it all on the nine when I'm on the dice
Barely f**k with knives, b*t*h, I keep a .40
I'm out here tryna f**k sh*t like I'm E-40
Keep a pair of Mikes on, feelin' like Mike
Slap the b*t*h up, now I'm like Ike
I'm a rude a** n***a, I am not nice
Ain't no verses for the free, n***a, pay the price
