Big Ben

English translation

Elijah!

Yeah.

-Yeah. -Fuck the fire, we got grease.

Give me two weeks, I can run an M up. Give me three weeks, I can run another M up.

That's five weeks, that's two M's.

Twenty shots chased a nigga down, they had two tens. I want feel, I can go digital and spend two M's.

I ran it repeat and bought some Rick pants. KB on the corner side, that's my big man. He playin' big man.

He sittin' on the bench, he the sixth man.

I came straight home from prison, bought a big crib. I wonder how her head feel 'cause her lips big.

Bitch got a flat ass, but her hips big. This bitch dramatic, she start trippin' when I put the tip in.

Before I let the switch off, I put the clip in.

Pinky ring cost ninety grand, call me Big Ben. Earrings, six karats, that's two hundred grand.

That Escalade V was two hundred grand. The Lamb' truck I bought was two hundred grand.

Add that shit up, I'm ten hundred ten, nigga. That's a million cash.

They ran up on the cock and they did him bad. I took a fuckin' bar and couldn't remember math.

Fuck around and paid too much money for a pound of act.

Swear to God, but my drank man so real, he'll buy it back.

Made my first hundred racks, I ain't know how to act. Who got some blue M boxes? I need a ninety pack. I need a whole script.

I got a lot of money on me, why my clothes big? You niggas hoes did. They hit him with a

OK, man, that hole big. I know a nigga wanna smoke reefer where lil' bro did.

Fuck it, tell them niggas let's go to war. You gotta have money just to fund a war.

I miss my cousin, but I miss my brother more. Crib so big, it got a hundred doors.

Young nigga got a nosebleed, I'm up a hundred floors.

I got a bad bitch at home, but I be fuckin' whores. Got fresh as hell yesterday, look what I fuckin' wore.

I wanna wear this shit twice, but I want no more.

I drunk some pie once, I don't want no more. I hear a little echo, J, close the door.

I was tryna bust a four-five, got my shoulder sore.

I wouldn't let her suck my dick, she got a cold sore. Like, what you like, the money or the hoes more?

I ain't gon' lie, bro, I like pros more. I'm talkin' all profit.

They thought I ain't have no dog shit on me, 'cause my pants had small pockets. Nah, I got a fuckin' book bag on me.

I got a duffel bag with ten leather patches on it. Bitch, this chrome hurt.

I'm a long shirt. And I can still show you ten M. . .

I can still show you ten M's when my phone charged, my shit still did. They shot the nigga five years ago, and he still dead.

I got some old high tech, it's brown, but it's still red.