Video Big Money de Don Cannon 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Don Cannon - Big Money Lyrics

Big Money Song Lyrics
Big Money by Don Cannon (Intro)
Talkin' big money, boy, it come in thousands
Trap howl funky, tell it runnin' outtie
Been on the front, yeah
(Hook)
Talkin' big money, boy, it come in thousands
Trap howl funky, tell it runnin' outtie
Till they saw me comin', double back for me
I supply my neighbor, call em sack money
Call em sack money
Make so much, they toy out double back for me
All I stack up four mill, run it back for me
Like a dead man, call it sack money
(Verse)
Call it sack $, like I know the neighbors
A couple packs coming, Im at the store waiting
Kill the fat onion, got some more paper
I keep the strap gunning, Im making dope wages
The folks hating, I got more paper
The clothes basic, ya see my ho tailor
All that makeup make yo ho look made up
Cul de sac shoe strings got the hood laced up
Im at the corner shooting like a Pacer
Reggie Miller Ill shoot a nigga face up
And I like any head cuz Im aiming waist up
And if ya owe me, betta pay up
(Hook)
Talkin' big money, boy, it come in thousands
Trap howl funky, tell it runnin' outtie
Till they saw me comin', double back for me
I supply my neighbor, call em sack money
Call em sack money
Make so much, they toy out double back for me
All I stack up four mill, run it back for me
Like a dead man, call it sack money
(Verse 2)
Getting all this paper, ASAP $
And I'm f**king all these b**ches
I can't get 'em off me
And I call my dollas 'Precious' cuz my pockets chubby
They was callin' me after now all of these b**ches, they wanna just f**k me
All of my niggas they hustling and killing the game, this sh*t is a shame
All of my niggas they holla my diddy, think ya can do the same
I took $ from out the hood he good now he don't have to gangbang
All of my niggas, they figure they bigger, but enough for love
They feelin' the pain. No love!
Rider, riding in that Porsche
Im the Messiah, Ill be the yung Trap Lord
Sipping on the Henny, tryna get off any higgle in the dime
Nigga, I take off
Pretty Flacko did well now watch how Ferg go off, oh Lord
(Hook)
Talkin' big money, boy, it come in thousands
Trap howl funky, tell it runnin' outtie
Till they saw me comin', double back for me
I supply my neighbor, call em sack money
Call em sack money
Make so much, they toy out double back for me
All I stack up four mill, run it back for me
Like a dead man, call it sack money