Luyện nghe bài hát Big B's

[Intro: Young
Big
Like the opp say big business, you know what I'm saying,
Yeah, now me

[Verse 1: Young
Handful of hunnids, big Bentley
Hublot, nigga get business
Whole lotta hoes, nigga get women, heh
'er with the pole, come and get your women nigga
Big business, shit Wendy Williams, ooh
Catch 'em at the sipping, fuck around they missing, hold on
Big pimping, iced out my crew now my mission
Pimp C, I ain't that, I'ma fuck her on the sheets, yeah
And all my niggas loyal Bun B, hold on
Fuck you YSL till we d-i-e, hold on, hold on
around and set the bitch off like Queen Latifah
Hold on, on, yeah, going all out 'bout my dog like Scooby-ee
And a nigga trap door like Bizzy B, woah
Outdated temporary tag on a B (Bentley B)
Two tone bag, double R, park it on the streets, yeah, hold on
Two tone wire bag, big tires up the streets, rwar
Looking at kid, I might be the papi (sheesh)
65 in the Cuban sheesh (damn, woah, sheesh)
Diamonds on the tearing up my skin, sheesh
Uh, old man tryna do it like me, sheesh

[Chorus: Chance The
Please,
me like you know who I am
Please,
Bitch I who I am, uh

2: Chance The Rapper]
I got money on my
Put some money on they books, that's a
I war on the beast for my God, sheesh
3 mil off the new hat
If I go back, I make the two cap
Love me in my city like
Get a little beat and I'll that
Get a money, I'll oop that
it with my niggas in the group chat
Left for a minute then I flew
Had to ask "where the truth at?"
Had to ask "where the truth at?"
Now I ride with the roof back
Tell 'em I don't play around with other people's
Got an in the steakhouse
Gotta bid for the
Got a at the Ritz
Gave a to my rib
'Cause she where I live but I see her in a min
Got a Michael card for the good luck, ay
Bra push up when I up, ay
Got a little from the tour, yeah
Spend it all on baby ups, ay
Big old Bentley, bitch I mix the with the Simply
Lemonade exterior, Lorenzos Bentleys
Put you in the friend zone if you start acting too
Bought a baby Benzo and some Kenzo for Kensli
Wake up early but I eat late
Go and hit the streets with that case
Time to shake down another cheap
You could tell lying, cheesecake

[Verse 3: Thug]
Make a bitch tap out
Then put you in the fours a real big body
Bitch said nigga need to got 100 racks on me
Can't fit in my
I'm a street nigga, I'ma eat me some soup, I'ma let my eat pasta
Told y'all niggas stopping
Black card in my wallet, I'ma feed my
I was at one of my shows feeling like Cam'ron the pink Margielas
We was tryna beat a murder capital, riding around the town with the Beretta
When I got in touch the money, me and shawty fucked around and filled my schedule
Momma just sent me a picture got in my family through my God damn nana
Young fucked 'round, dropped out school, learned it all through the ID channel
Young fucked around and ran out of bullets in the .40, got to get a banana
These young niggas go brazy, done got that money, they still pop
So many blue faces on me now, young nigga still gamble
35 racks for the factories, I mammals
I ain't no rapper nigga, I ya
I'm a big dog, no pedigree, I eat
Boomerang your bitch sweet, she coming

[Chorus: Chance The
Please,
Treat me you know who I am
Please,
I know who I am, uh