Big bag, make 'em big mad, oh
Big bag, make 'em big mad, oh
Big bag, make 'em big mad, oh
Big bag, make 'em big mad, oh (Haan)

Money get low, bitch freakin' off
Niggas been comin' to me for sauce
Made hunnid mil', don't even floss
Don't ask me 'bout Drake, or Ross
Earin', earin', three hunnid a piece
'Rari truck, I'm a fuck up the streets
Most of them niggas gon' fuck up a key
I only know 'cause I fucked up an ounce
Ask top bitch, we them vultures (Haan)
Stacks high, we don't need exposure (Haan)
Big bag, we don't need the poster
Step aside, don't be a poster
Shawty ass like two bunk beds
Coupe top off like Trump hair
Don't play, I get too retarded
Coke, wine, like Mike Rubin party
Niggas be comin' to me for flavor
I'm elite, I'm on top with capers
AMG with the kick, chase 'em
Face shot from a switch, Jason
They can't save you cause you with the nation
Niggas bitches, I hate who they praisin'
They puttin' cases on niggas who famous
(They puttin' cases on niggas who famous)

Put your seatbelt on, this car too fast, I might crash
'Cause she fuck one of your guys, don't put her on blast
Bring a bitch 'round wit' a bag, I know I'm a smash
Bring a bitch 'round wit' a bag, make your ex's mad

Big bag, make 'em big mad, oh
Big bag, make 'em big mad, oh
Big bag, make 'em big mad, oh
Big bag, make 'em big mad, oh

Live forever, I'm a trenches saviour
Big birkin come with good behavior
Smurk, I'm richer than big labels
I'm the one who they depend for favors (Haan)
They closed the door, we bought the buildin'
Face, car, bitch, on a trillionaire
Bad little bitch, she brazilian
Fucked her on top of a million (Woo)
I'm the type nigga to fuck her and bounce
You'll get mad and go and fuck up a house
Rapper time, niggas linkin' for clout
Cuban link, cuban link, splash (Haan)
Hundred Ms, I'm him, ask (Haan)
Cousin' chain cost an M, cash (Haan)
Dropped it off in the gym bag (Haan)
Top it off, this his stash (Haan)
Out the loop, ain't even know
He pass, bitch, I'm stacey dash
Buy your favorite rapper catalogue, put it in my stash
Put your seatbelt on this car
Too fast, bitch, I just might crash
Fuck them dippin', she put them
On blast, he ain't pay for ass (Haan)

Put your seatbelt on, this car too fast, I might crash
'Cause she fuck one of your guys, don't put her on blast
Bring a bitch 'round wit' a bag, I know I'm a smash
Bring a bitch 'round wit' a bag, make your ex's mad

Big bag, make 'em big mad, oh
Big bag, make 'em big mad, oh
Big bag, make 'em big mad, oh
Big bag, make 'em big mad, oh