Living Large Lyrics
Ricky Rozay
Ricky Rozay
BigXthaPlug
BigXthaPlug
It’s bigger than ever
We livin’ large on this side
Woo, double M
Set In Stone
Maybach Music
Gettin’ big, gettin’ big
My dreams gettin’ big
Two-seater, top down, with a eight-figure bitch
Gettin’ big, gettin’ big
My money gettin’ big
Gettin’ big, gettin’ big
My money gettin’ big
Nigga think I’m trippin’, diamonds on me drippin’
D boy of the south, so you know I’m movin’ different
Livin’ large is the mission, claim forty tickets
Came just to party, so I came with forty bitches
Say my name, and I’m comin’, car show out in London
People askin’ questions, so don’t tell they ass none
Shake that ass, baby, ’cause I wanna leave with somethin’
Shake that ass, baby, I won’t tell the homies nothin’
Countin’ money on the floor, always count the most
Startin’ hearing voices, so I gave away the Ghost
Fortune on the Phantom, thousand acres in Atlanta
Gave away a hundred for some homies with some cattle
Ballin’ is the basic, how we beat the cases
Success on my tongue, like pussy, I could taste it
All you haters overrated, all underpaid
This boy’ll make ’em twenty million in a hundred days
Gettin’ big, gettin’ big
My dreams gettin’ big
Two-seater, top down, with an eight-figure bitch
Gettin’ big, gettin’ big
My money gettin’ big
Gettin’ big, gettin’ big
My money gettin’ big
Aye, see I’m the biggest of the big, my partner just did a bid
That nigga only did a year, when he got out, I gave him ten
With Audemars and double R, I let my wrist float in the wind
Shit, every time I hit Miami, I can’t lie, we do it big
Exotic cars, them bitches big, can’t fit the car, we chop the wig
And way before I was the biggest in them streets, we did it big
You need a boat, shit, we got big
Fresh off the yacht, that bitch was big
And every pointer sittin’ on my chest with no light better hit
Just cash the check, three hundred hit
Just for one show, boy, I’m the shit
We hit the club, I need some models, ones, and Belaire in that bitch
Went superstar, straight from the 6, where, since a jit, swear I been lit
I got like 1.6 in jewelry on, and this only one kit
I pack a rubber, satin stitch, the only way I’m in the whip
I still be thinkin’ back on my last lick, we made that nigga strip
And I know karma coming, when she do, I bet that ho get flipped
Just spent 500K on foreign shit and wrapped it blue from there
This shit gettin’ big, gettin’ big
I swear it’s gettin’ big
Gettin’ big, gettin’ big
My pockets gettin’ big
Gettin’ big, gettin’ big
My whips, I love ’em big
Gettin’ big, gettin’ big
My checks keep gettin’ big, aye
