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This is the remix
Ayy, Dorrough, you know you started
Something with this Get Big shit, right?
Got the whole world on it now, huh?
Remix, remix, remix
Catch up, suckers
First thing first, I hit the scene solo
I rep the triple D, Dirk Nowitzki, Tony Romo
I can't be touched, oh no, I'm flashy like a photo
My car painted like the AT&T logo
Blue and white paint on a Maserati four-door
My outerwear is Gucci, but my underwear is Polo
You say you getting money, but your baby mama say
"You got a dollar in your pocket?" Say, my nigga, you's a hobo
You ain't got enough money
You ain't got enough money
Get big, get big
Get big, get big
Ayo, Dorrough, it's your boy, Big
This big nigga talk right here, motherfuckers, check this out
Who the fuck talking money? Ha -ha-ha, funny
I got so much money, my money count money
My nickname is Billy, I'm a motherfucking star
My penthouse so high that my address is Mars
Bought an oil rig, now my bank account's Arabian
Yacht so big, you could've sworn I brought the Navy in
This is my throne, the top, I'm alone
If you ain't close to a billion, take your broke ass home
You ain't got enough money
You ain't got enough money
Get big, get big
Get big, get big
Take your ass home, man
This that big money talk right here
This is the remix, see you, Dorrough
Come on, come on, let's talk that shit, nigga, let's go
Big dope boy knowledge, bird in my pocket
It's too many hundreds, they can't fit in a wallet
Rubber band up, all white down
Three hundred twenties for the whole pound
Big block gators, fresh pair of Mauris
599, Brand new Ferrari
Remix? Yeah, think again
Million dollar nigga, money be my best friend
I got the city on my back, my diamonds on my front
Conjure up in my cup, granddaddy in my blunt
In the two thousand and whatever the year is after this is
Cadillac shoes and a jazzy yellow missus
Wanna blow me kisses, right around the zipper
Down to drop it to the floor and I ain't even gotta tip her
R.I.P. to Jack Tripper, with two up in the crib
They say they want my babies, then they better get a bib
Here they come
I came in as a rookie with my pockets on fat
Got a million dollar pussy, bitch, my cat got sex
Uh, yeah, now that's a boss bitch move
You can go against the boss, but the boss never lose
Got a house on the water so I can feed the gators
Raspberry Porsche, thirty-two flavors
My bread so swole, I can't fit it in my wallet
And my pockets on big, Christopher Wallace
Do it, shawty, let me see
Shawty Lo, do it, B.I.G
I like a lot of hoes and a lot of freaks
But if I had to choose, M.O.E
You ain't got enough paper
Middle finger to a hater
You remember me? Big ups
Purp in mine, what's in your cup?
You ain't got enough money
You ain't got enough money
Get big, get big
Get big, get big
I post up, time to roll up
Give the hoes what they need, give the people what they want
Uh, I don't fuck with no blunts
You know how it go, homie, no zig-zag, no drink drag
Wizzle man rolling out the big bag
With a bad bitch, light brown skin, thick ass
Never slow, I get mine quick, fast
We getting money in this bitch, ask
I'm standing on the couch in the club with a pocket full of C-notes
Niggas can't tell me I ain't bigger than Nino
Hop up in the coupe, give it gas, I'm floating
Money getting big like the arms on Hulk Hogan
Stacks on top of stacks, baby, this is IHOP
I be running down on Saks, I don't eye-shop
Everything is big, big chain, keep a big chrome
Big house, big truck, big body, Redbone, yeah
You ain't got enough money
You ain't got enough money
Get big, get big
Get big, get big
Ain't always gon' bring it that big, huh?
Get used to it
And like that, we gone