B.M.F. (Blowin' Money Fast)

Uh, uh We blowin' money fast on this side, nigga Catch you up, nigga [Chorus] I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover Whippin' work, hallelujah One nation, under God Real niggas gettin' money from the fucking start I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover Gettin' work, hallelujah One nation under God Real niggas gettin' money from the fucking start My Rolls Royce triple black I'm geechy, ho Balling in the club, bottles like I'm meechy, ho Rose, that's my nickname Cocaine runnin' in my big vein Self-made, you just affiliated I built it ground up, you bought it renovated Talking plenty capers, nothing's been authenticated Funny you claimin' the same bitch that I'm penetratin' Hold the bottles up, where my comrades? Where the fucking felons, where my dogs at? I got that Archie Bunker And it's so white I just might charge ya double [Chorus] These motherfuckers mad that I'm icy Stunt so hard make 'em come indict me I think I'm Big Meech, look at my time piece It's an Audemar, hundred racks at least Look at yourself, now look at me You can't see a nigga, I'm what you used to be Look at it this way, you niggas sideways Always getting money, my nigga crime pays So fuck a nigga, I'm self-made You a sucka nigga, I'm self-paid This for my broke niggas, this for my rich niggas Got a hundred on a head of a snitch nigga [Chorus] The thirty-six holes leave you bleedin' fam Word to them thirty-six O's in a kilogram Blunt tip, orange like Caviar Wild n' out, fishtailin', Subaru Rally car Out the passenger, lettin' the automatty off A egg of that girl'll knock ya mommy and ya daddy off Fuck around and knock the emblem on the caddy off Four-shooters buggin' out, blickin' at ya caddy doors Did I mention, guns from Red Dead Redemption Nine mils, fifty clip extensions? Hope is like a mattress in the hood, I'm flippin' on it And the money's like a chair, I'm sittin' on it [Chorus]