Big Biz (feat. Hippy Creed & Fetty Wap) Video (MV)

Don't look down, look around
Whole lot of money in town

We back
(That nigga GT goin' crazy on this mothaf*cka)

They know how I do this shit, baby

If ya didn't know

They know how I do, yeah
You is now rockin' with The Zoo, yeah
Yeah yeah

Salute, my nigga
Talk to em

Look...
I'm tryin' to get higher than higher than high
Roll up some kush and then I blow the cloud right in the sky
Keep inhaling, that's how I know its gon' be alright
She geekin', keep asking me questions
You blowin' my vibe
This ain't no interrogation, baby cool it
Imma spin the wheels on you, keep it movin'
We headed straight to them dollars, nigga need blue strips
After we done, hit the club and make a movie
You know how we do it

I'm a Westside nigga, came up from nothin'
I put on my city
Flood the streets like I done got the crack in
Deposit the front, need the back end
Look, I don't know if they got racks in, look
Me and GT showed up 100 deep up in the club
Woulda probably thought we brought a fleet up in the club
Because we the street up in the club
Yeah, you say you got high but nigga, where ya weed at?
And it can't be mid, nigga you can't roll that
And it can't be loud, cause I don't even smell that
Where the hell you say your bales at?
I don't see em
You s'posed to had em
You say you had em but
You didn't say you didn't have em
I don't know what to think right about now
You dig what I'm sayin'?
All I know is we blowin good gas on they ass

Peace, lord, that's a fact
Big Biz, when we interact
Outlaw or the Wood just roll em back to back
Lay back, relax, count stacks like I'm Joe Crack
Got the flow and biz clean, don't need a laundry mat.
They tried to put the wave in the dark like a stocking cap
The G2C, it got a spark, but they ain't wanting that
Get a glimpse of the visual
Of the lyrical individual
Uncannily criminal how
I give it to em'
Pass me the la, transform like I'm Popeye
Boy, we don't see you, me and my niggas is wise guys
Cheeseburger niggas, y'all lookin' like Five Guys
You're small fries
Peter Luger when we do it, suited like it's mob ties
God ain't make too many niggas that's like me
That's why they see the wave, grab they board and they bite me
They show me fake love, then they hate just to spite me
They ain't gon keep it G cuz a stack is too pricey
It's highly unlikely

Zoovier

They know how I do this shit, baby
Get it fast when you move it quick, baby
Niggas playin' on the strip, baby
Headshots, we don't do no hip, baby
They know how I do, yeah
You are now rockin' with The Zoo, yeah
Pockets full of blue strips, baby and
Big FN, full of blue tips, baby, yeah yeah

Look...
I'm tryin to get higher than higher than high
Roll up some kush and then I blow the cloud right in the sky
Keep inhaling, that's how I know it's gon' be alright
She geekin', keep asking me questions
You blowin' my vibe
This ain't no interrogation, baby cool it
Imma spin the wheels on you, keep it movin'
We headed straight to them dollars, nigga need blue strips
After we done, hit the club and make a movie
You know how we do it

And herb teaches to be someone... Right?
I mean, too much of anything, good for nothing, you know?
Too much of one thing, good for nothing
So, if you have too much herb it might hurt ya, right?
But I mean, herb is a plant
A tree that grow