Big Blues Video (MV)
Performed By: Ninety Nine
Featuring: TRÉLUV, KHÁNG
Language: English
Length: 3:06
Written by: Cameron Landreth- Simmons, Chrispoher Nguyen
Ninety Nine - Big Blues Lyrics
Official
Yeah, it's official
Young rich nigga, my bitch whip the vehicle
I just pulled up in a foreign, it's a tinted coupe
Then we swerve off on that bitch like a f*ckin buick
Yeah these some big racks, nigga gettin' show money
I show these bitches how the f*ck a rapper throw money
We in the back of the VIP I love to blow money
You in yo' bag with yo' bitch I got these hoes on me
I'm counting big racks, nigga it's official
I got some big cash, nigga I cant diss you
I'm in a new G-Wag with a bitch too
I got all my hunnids blue it's official
Yeah, it might make the news when I hit you
Yeah, I been thumbin' thru I got some big blues
Yeah, I been stackin' up I got some big news
Yeah, I hit that bitch one time, I will not miss you
Skrrt
Yeah, I hit that bitch one time and then I dipped on her
Yeah, I flood my wrist with ice and put my neck on brrr
It gets cold up in the night when you ain't got no furr
And these hoes is what I like but I can not choose her
Yeah, I cant choose her
Money on my mind, my bitch a dime forsure
Remember waitin' every 3rd
Now that check come on the 1st
I be flying with the birds
Yeah these some big racks, nigga gettin' show money
I show these bitches how the f*ck a rapper throw money
We in the back of the VIP I love to blow money
You in yo' bag with yo' bitch I got these hoes on me
I'm counting big racks, nigga it's official
I got some big cash, nigga I cant diss you
I'm in a new G-Wag with a bitch too
I got all my hunnids blue it's official
I got tired of the struggle, started runnin' up a bag
See me in the club, I'm always f*ckin' up some racks
Spend it on whatever cuz I know I'll make it back
Split it with the fam because I know they got my back
Woadie brought the glocky, the extendo came attached
Pulled up to the venue, we ain't even get a pat
I been laying low just tryna' focus on the cash
When you do it big it put a target on yo' back
I'm just tryna' blow so I know I can feed the fam
Look up in the mirror, know I'm lookin' at the man
That's why I'm always stunting
We ain't always have it bitch we came from nun
I been flying with the birds
Said you f*ckin with that bitch
How come I ain't know she was yours
And we gon put em in a hearse
Went ahead and f*cked his bitch so I could hit em where it hurts
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Yeah, it's official
Young rich nigga, my bitch whip the vehicle
I just pulled up in a foreign, it's a tinted coupe
Then we swerve off on that bitch like a f*ckin buick
Yeah these some big racks, nigga gettin' show money
I show these bitches how the f*ck a rapper throw money
We in the back of the VIP I love to blow money
You in yo' bag with yo' bitch I got these hoes on me
I'm counting big racks, nigga it's official
I got some big cash, nigga I cant diss you
I'm in a new G-Wag with a bitch too
I got all my hunnids blue it's official
Yeah, it might make the news when I hit you
Yeah, I been thumbin' thru I got some big blues
Yeah, I been stackin' up I got some big news
Yeah, I hit that bitch one time, I will not miss you
Skrrt
Yeah, I hit that bitch one time and then I dipped on her
Yeah, I flood my wrist with ice and put my neck on brrr
It gets cold up in the night when you ain't got no furr
And these hoes is what I like but I can not choose her
Yeah, I cant choose her
Money on my mind, my bitch a dime forsure
Remember waitin' every 3rd
Now that check come on the 1st
I be flying with the birds
Yeah these some big racks, nigga gettin' show money
I show these bitches how the f*ck a rapper throw money
We in the back of the VIP I love to blow money
You in yo' bag with yo' bitch I got these hoes on me
I'm counting big racks, nigga it's official
I got some big cash, nigga I cant diss you
I'm in a new G-Wag with a bitch too
I got all my hunnids blue it's official
I got tired of the struggle, started runnin' up a bag
See me in the club, I'm always f*ckin' up some racks
Spend it on whatever cuz I know I'll make it back
Split it with the fam because I know they got my back
Woadie brought the glocky, the extendo came attached
Pulled up to the venue, we ain't even get a pat
I been laying low just tryna' focus on the cash
When you do it big it put a target on yo' back
I'm just tryna' blow so I know I can feed the fam
Look up in the mirror, know I'm lookin' at the man
That's why I'm always stunting
We ain't always have it bitch we came from nun
I been flying with the birds
Said you f*ckin with that bitch
How come I ain't know she was yours
And we gon put em in a hearse
Went ahead and f*cked his bitch so I could hit em where it hurts
Young rich nigga, my bitch whip the vehicle
I just pulled up in a foreign, it's a tinted coupe
Then we swerve off on that bitch like a f*ckin buick
Yeah these some big racks, nigga gettin' show money
I show these bitches how the f*ck a rapper throw money
We in the back of the VIP I love to blow money
You in yo' bag with yo' bitch I got these hoes on me
I'm counting big racks, nigga it's official
I got some big cash, nigga I cant diss you
I'm in a new G-Wag with a bitch too
I got all my hunnids blue it's official
Yeah, it might make the news when I hit you
Yeah, I been thumbin' thru I got some big blues
Yeah, I been stackin' up I got some big news
Yeah, I hit that bitch one time, I will not miss you
Skrrt
Yeah, I hit that bitch one time and then I dipped on her
Yeah, I flood my wrist with ice and put my neck on brrr
It gets cold up in the night when you ain't got no furr
And these hoes is what I like but I can not choose her
Yeah, I cant choose her
Money on my mind, my bitch a dime forsure
Remember waitin' every 3rd
Now that check come on the 1st
I be flying with the birds
Yeah these some big racks, nigga gettin' show money
I show these bitches how the f*ck a rapper throw money
We in the back of the VIP I love to blow money
You in yo' bag with yo' bitch I got these hoes on me
I'm counting big racks, nigga it's official
I got some big cash, nigga I cant diss you
I'm in a new G-Wag with a bitch too
I got all my hunnids blue it's official
I got tired of the struggle, started runnin' up a bag
See me in the club, I'm always f*ckin' up some racks
Spend it on whatever cuz I know I'll make it back
Split it with the fam because I know they got my back
Woadie brought the glocky, the extendo came attached
Pulled up to the venue, we ain't even get a pat
I been laying low just tryna' focus on the cash
When you do it big it put a target on yo' back
I'm just tryna' blow so I know I can feed the fam
Look up in the mirror, know I'm lookin' at the man
That's why I'm always stunting
We ain't always have it bitch we came from nun
I been flying with the birds
Said you f*ckin with that bitch
How come I ain't know she was yours
And we gon put em in a hearse
Went ahead and f*cked his bitch so I could hit em where it hurts
Writer: Cameron Landreth- Simmons, Chrispoher Nguyen
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid