Big Bucks

Lil Purpp bless your trap, huh?
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
I count big bucks
Oh my God, Ronny

I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
We can get up, nigga, we can get up
Chopper leave a nigga doin' sit-ups
That's yo' hoe? I fucked that bitch, she brought her sister
And I hit it 'til the morning, then I dipped her
Yeah, dripped up, yeah bitch I'm Ricked up
100 bands at Neiman Marcus, nigga, catch up
All that fu shit on your neck gon' get you rashed up
Swear I'm flexin' on these niggas, bitch, I sauce
Niggas fallin' off the game, and I'm the cause
I swear to God these niggas pussy, menopause
You get no money, lil' nigga, hold applause

I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked

Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, we just hit a stain
And I came with two pistols like I'm Max Payne
Six O's in my bank, I can't think the same
You got your mind around these bitches, we don't think the same
Damn, and I sip on Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock'
Pop a Perc', then I Xan', then I drop
I just pulled up to my show to drop the top
Krispy Kreme, I'm doin' donuts in the lot

I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
Lil Purpp



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Writer(s): Omar Jeffery Pineiro, Ronald Spence
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