(Ron-Ron run it up)
Uh, Mister Big Bad Wolf, go and blow that shit
If you got it, then you got it, gotta show that shit
Temper tantrum with the money, gotta throw that shit
Throw that shit, throw that shit, throw that
Mister Big Bad Wolf, go and blow that shit
If you got it, then you got it, gotta show that shit
Temper tantrum with the money, gotta throw that shit
If that's your lil' baby, gotta mow the bitch
Big cuts of that juice, nigga, pour that shit
Big runts in the wood, only pour the shit
If it ain't hundred bands, you ain't showing shit
I just flipped a hundred grams, all I know is this
Ayy, got the choppa for the oppas, it go blocka-blocka
Hollow tips hit you, turn you to a pop-locker (pop)
Me and OhGeesy link, it's a head knocker (err-err-err)
Everybody eat, It's a Benihana
I call the goonies, I don't point heaters
Pointers on my neck, I don't point fingers
Niggas paying eight hundred for some sneakers
I'm paying eight hundred for the scope with the nina
Still stippin' drank, R.I.P that nigga Yams
YG four hundred, I just flipped a hundred grams
Baby mama, she be trippin' 'cause they wanna fuck her mans
At the show, I'll be showing out, so nigga, watch your hands
In the club turnt up in a VIP session (ain't no)
Ain't no glicks in the whip, boy, they in my presence
In the bitch head like some Herbal Essences
I don't argue with a bitch, I give her verbal lessons
Mister Big Bad Wolf, go and blow that shit
If you got it, then you got it, gotta show that shit
Temper tantrum with the money, gotta throw that shit
If that's your lil' baby, gotta mow the bitch
Big cuts of that juice, nigga, pour that shit
Big runts in the wood, only pour the shit
If it ain't hundred bands, you ain't showing shit
I just flipped a hundred grams, all I know is this
I love my Glock nine like my fucking Llama (bow)
All these bitches, they be jealous of my kid mama (yeah)
All she do is cook, clean and she count commas (hey)
Mercedes Benz, she won't ride in your fucking Honda (skr)
I don't got a Backwood, I'm finna roll a Grabba (ayy)
Four hundred degrees like a fucking sauna
I don't got a Backwood, I'm finna roll a Grabba
Four hundred degrees like a fucking sauna
Rich nigga, boy you know I got rich habits
Silly bitch, do tricks like a lil' rabbit
304s on go, they be real savage
Fuck a nigga like me, get that real cabbage
Mister Big Bad Wolf, go and blow that shit
If you got it, then you got it, gotta show that shit
Temper tantrum with the money, gotta throw that shit
If that's your lil' baby, gotta mow the bitch
Big cuts of that juice, nigga, pour that shit
Big runts in the wood, only pour the shit
If it ain't hundred bands, you ain't showing shit
I just flipped a hundred grams, all I know is this
Mister Big Bad Wolf, go and blow that shit
If you got it, then you got it, gotta show that shit
Temper tantrum with the money, gotta throw that shit
If that's your lil' baby, gotta mow the bitch
Big cuts of that juice, nigga, pour that shit
Big runts in the wood, only pour the shit
If it ain't hundred bands, you ain't showing shit
I just flipped a hundred grams, all I know is this
Mister Big Bad Wolf, go and blow that shit
If you got it, then you got it, gotta show that shit
Temper tantrum with the money, gotta throw that shit
Throw that shit, throw that shit, throw that
