Vee-Lo - Big Numbers Lyrics

(Cash bands know that we stacking them bands)
(Vee-lo OnCali)
(Know that we stacking them racks)
(Know that we getting that cash)

Big Numbers
(Cash, stacks, bands, racks)
Must be why niggas always wanna take shit from us
Cuz we talking big Numbers
Must be why niggas always wanna see shit crumble
But don't shit fumble
Big Numbers

Counting the billi's by racks
Throwing ya bitch in the air
My voice and the beat yeah it smack
Caught lil bitch now im pullin her hair

Money and sex get her going
That ducket complex get her hoeing
Like f*ck where the check lil homie
You dont pay my bitch then you owe me

Yeah she my bitch not my lady
She about to get f*cked it don't phase me
As matter of fact when we f*ck that bitch pay me
She grateful this dick never lazy

People talkin that shit made me crazy
If you talk I got lip call me Vay-Z
Watch me ghost on em folks call me schwayze
Yall ride tides all your life still aint wavy

She askin me why you this way V
I said life goes on Lil Baby
Felt under pressure trying save tings
Now I double deck my cheese to savings
(Ching)
They think I don't know what Im saying
These bitches too much they be playing
These niggas too much into hatin
People to cool with the waiting
Put a lil push into patience
You think you sick you my patients
Poppin that pain medication
Sending brain cells on Vacation
While you sleep counting sheep Imma take what im claiming
Said all my life Im amazing
Yall keep on training
Cant roll woods, blunts, nathing
Basic what the f*ck is yall facing
Only one thing bove y'all that im placing

Big Numbers
(Cash, stacks, bands, racks)
Must be why niggas always wanna take shit from us
Cuz we talking big Numbers
Must be why niggas always wanna see shit crumble
But don't shit fumble
Big Numbers

Came up from ol country ways yeah
I remember unlucky days yeah
Now im telling niggas see the bigger picture
Cause how you view the pitcher can make you broke or richer

Half full or half empty
Life's a bad bitch n she really tryna tempt me
I gotta give thanks for the times I get blessings
Buisnes checks ain't no more finessing

London in a palace no more ranch its dressing
Thousand dollar salads that we eating no more stressing
California pride westside stay flexing
Now everybody down to ride got the whole state checking

On a young african male
Gotta do it big imma sea to a whale
Niggas try to stop me but they always gon fail
Now these bitches hella rockin had a Nigga goin pale

Walking down wilshire getting weird looks
Tall, dark, handsome get the world shook
Name shall be engraved up in the good book
Walk the boulevard like this what I took

See everybody wanna star
But ain't nobody want the pressure
They tried to label me subpar
Elevated really now I see who the lesser
Independent woman with no ego I'll bless her
I said who the baddest bitch in the room and she guessed her
Left out in the Uber but I came in a Tesla
All hands in agreement Im the mf best bruh

Bad Bitches, Money hungry
Fat digits, Bitch count it for me
Its

Big Numbers
(Cash, stacks, bands, racks)
Must be why niggas always wanna take shit from us
Cuz we talking big Numbers
Must be why niggas always wanna see shit crumble
But don't shit fumble
Big Numbers