Testo Big Boy Dialogue

All my niggas, get your figures
And all my bitches, work that body

Yo, boss talk, nigga, start the car, let the Porsche talk
Crib big as AC, yard like the boardwalk
Models in the master bedroom, get your cough on
Haze lit, kush lit, I move and I push ish
I could send niggas to war like George Bush did Lv gators on, 20 G footprints
Top 5, I could give a nod and the shot fly
I was in the drop top when I dropped by
You know it was a 2014
The work is white, but the money is all green
Big boy dialog
All the real niggas with integrity and respect
Salute, I admire y'all

Furs to the floor, Ace in the glass
Been out all night, nigga grabbing on ass
Riding 'round getting it
My old bitch mad, I’m way too rich to be acting like that
She got an attitude, I used to love her
But now she mad at me cause I don’t fuck her Heat the courtroom like I’m fresh out the stove
Wired like I’m on that blow
Fur down to the floor, yeah, yeah
Fur down to the floor
Me and my niggas, fur down to the floor

I got the perimeter covered
It's what the thugs die for, but the women'll love it
Hands on with the people, I blend in with the public
Lyrically nobody equal, that’s the end of the subject
That money still coming, them packs ain’t slow up
They try to implicate me, but the facts ain’t show up
It’s simple, all you gotta do is ask -- they know us
Rocking that new shit before the racks even go up
They lust 'em; the attitude came through customs
Andy Warhol, Dom P's and mushrooms
Yeah, fuck it, if it’s good, buy it all
Desert Eagle firearm, big boy dialogue

Furs to the floor, Ace in the glass
Been out all night, nigga grabbing on ass
Riding 'round getting it
My old bitch mad, I’m way too rich to be acting like that
She got an attitude, I used to love her
But now she mad at me cause I don’t fuck her
Heat the courtroom like I’m fresh out the stove
Wired like I’m on that blow
Fur down to the floor, yeah, yeah
Fur down to the floor
Me and my, me and my niggas, fur down to the floor

Yo, my dialogue is Damier
Red bottoms and mamis that wear Cartiers
Racks in the club if I party there (racks)
Bricks from Enrique’s little brother named Javier (Amen)
Italian whips laced with Versace seats
Got more ice than a hockey meet
Yeah, we could do this shit properly
You could buy a block, learned that from Monopoly
Your girl getting top from a girl while she topping me
Top five dead or alive, no stopping me
Big boy dialogue, look what you'll never find
A fly-er don, trying to get money like Viacom

Furs to the floor, Ace in the glass
Been out all night, nigga grabbing on ass
Riding 'round getting it
My old bitch mad, I’m way too rich to be acting like that
She got an attitude, I used to love her
But now she mad at me cause I don’t fuck her
Heat the courtroom like I’m fresh out the stove
Wired like I’m on that blow
Fur down to the floor, yeah, yeah
My-my-my-my fur down to the floor
Me and my, me and my niggas, fur down to the floor

All my niggas, get your figures
And all my bitches, work that body

All my niggas, get your figures
And all my bitches, work that body

Work that body
Baby, work that body