You ain't figured I'm the one yet
Motherf*ckers sleepin' on ya boy
Y'all niggas waitin' on the sunset
Just copped a crib off Sunset
Bank account fat now my son set
I just do this shit for fun, to tell the truth I ain't even havin' fun yet
Just copped a Bentley coupe, left the Range Rover on 13th 22
Shawty bootylicious like Beyoncé but the lil bitch only 22
Makin power moves like Khaled
Make me feel like we the best
Wouldn't signed to Def Jam
If I would have knew that they were deaf
I don't honour no rules
Guess I live my life lawless
Niggas thinkin' I'mma fall
But my name ain't August
Change bitches like the seasons
Blowin' money no reasons
'Lotta bitches in my DM's
She could probably be your BM
[Chi Hoover:]
Money make the world go round
F*ck with me and make your girl go round
Big dawg shit
Big dawg shit
Tryna get my pockets like Rasputia
Feelin' like the Prince of Zamunda
Woke up this mornin' and a nigga had a dream
That I'ma king, Martin Luther
Most of these niggas be bitches
Most of these hoes ain't loyal
These niggas talkin' bout self
I ain't even trust their lawyers
Had some niggas stashed with me that'll try you
Already f*cked your bitch, I ain't even gotta try to
On the line talkin' money me and Hoover
[Chi Hoover:]
What up?
F*ck with Jay then I f*ck around and shoot ya
Big dawg we don't f*ck with no poodles
Press a button, top drop, car roofless
I'm Marty McFly in that ride
Whip lookin' like Back to the Future
Hol' up
Jeremih - Big Dawg Shit Lyrics
Jeremih - Big Dawg Shit Lyrics
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You ain't figured I'm the one yet
Motherf*ckers sleepin' on ya boy
Y'all niggas waitin' on the sunset
Just copped a crib off Sunset
Bank account fat now my son set
I just do this shit for fun, to tell the truth I ain't even havin' fun yet
Just copped a Bentley coupe, left the Range Rover on 13th 22
Shawty bootylicious like Beyoncé but the lil bitch only 22
Makin power moves like Khaled
Make me feel like we the best
Wouldn't signed to Def Jam
If I would have knew that they were deaf
I don't honour no rules
Guess I live my life lawless
Niggas thinkin' I'mma fall
But my name ain't August
Change bitches like the seasons
Blowin' money no reasons
'Lotta bitches in my DM's
She could probably be your BM
[Chi Hoover:]
Money make the world go round
F*ck with me and make your girl go round
Big dawg shit
Big dawg shit
Tryna get my pockets like Rasputia
Feelin' like the Prince of Zamunda
Woke up this mornin' and a nigga had a dream
That I'ma king, Martin Luther
Most of these niggas be bitches
Most of these hoes ain't loyal
These niggas talkin' bout self
I ain't even trust their lawyers
Had some niggas stashed with me that'll try you
Already f*cked your bitch, I ain't even gotta try to
On the line talkin' money me and Hoover
[Chi Hoover:]
What up?
F*ck with Jay then I f*ck around and shoot ya
Big dawg we don't f*ck with no poodles
Press a button, top drop, car roofless
I'm Marty McFly in that ride
Whip lookin' like Back to the Future
Hol' up
Motherf*ckers sleepin' on ya boy
Y'all niggas waitin' on the sunset
Just copped a crib off Sunset
Bank account fat now my son set
I just do this shit for fun, to tell the truth I ain't even havin' fun yet
Just copped a Bentley coupe, left the Range Rover on 13th 22
Shawty bootylicious like Beyoncé but the lil bitch only 22
Makin power moves like Khaled
Make me feel like we the best
Wouldn't signed to Def Jam
If I would have knew that they were deaf
I don't honour no rules
Guess I live my life lawless
Niggas thinkin' I'mma fall
But my name ain't August
Change bitches like the seasons
Blowin' money no reasons
'Lotta bitches in my DM's
She could probably be your BM
[Chi Hoover:]
Money make the world go round
F*ck with me and make your girl go round
Big dawg shit
Big dawg shit
Tryna get my pockets like Rasputia
Feelin' like the Prince of Zamunda
Woke up this mornin' and a nigga had a dream
That I'ma king, Martin Luther
Most of these niggas be bitches
Most of these hoes ain't loyal
These niggas talkin' bout self
I ain't even trust their lawyers
Had some niggas stashed with me that'll try you
Already f*cked your bitch, I ain't even gotta try to
On the line talkin' money me and Hoover
[Chi Hoover:]
What up?
F*ck with Jay then I f*ck around and shoot ya
Big dawg we don't f*ck with no poodles
Press a button, top drop, car roofless
I'm Marty McFly in that ride
Whip lookin' like Back to the Future
Hol' up