Artist: Jay Rock f/ Black Hippy Album: 90059 Song: Vice City Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Intro: Kendrick Lamar] Big money, big booty bitches, man that shit gon' be death of me Big problems, I must admit it, man that shit gon' be death of me I pray to a C-note, my momma gave up hope, I can't stand myself I just bought a new coat, I might go broke, I can't stand myself Big money, big booty bitches, man that shit, heheh... turn me up Sin City, Sin City, Sin City, Sin City [Kendrick Lamar] Big money, big booty bitches, tell the truth nigga, I'm lost without it Seven figures for a headline, you want some stage time, we can talk about it Niggas actin' like they be rappin' like nice on the mic, truly doubt it Go against the kid, y'all don't wanna live, that decision is hella childish Rose gold for my old hoes, they ain't satisfied then I sit 'em down 10th grade, I gave her all shade but now she got some ass, I wanna hit it now I don't lease, I just all out feast, I put a blue Caprice on Gary Coleman Bomb head and some cheese eggs, that's a new raise and a signin' bonus [Jay Rock] Fall in this bitch like some good pussy, can't stand myself So good, she so hood, she a cheesehead, patty melt GED with some EBTs and some EBD's, that shit was happenin' She reeled me in with some chicken wings and some collard greens, that shit was brackin' Just cracked me a new bitch, bust a new nut on her nigga's jersey My bitch got off at 9:00 so I had to shake her 'round 7:30 105, I'm stompin' fast with these big guns, I'm hella dirty Get caught with this shit, I ain't comin' home 'til like 2030 [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] I got big money, big booty bitches, man that shit gon' be death of me (death of me) Big problems, I must admit it, man that shit gon' be death of me (death of me) Big dreams, no superstition, man that shit gon' be death of me (death of me) I pray to a C-note, my momma gave up hope, I can't stand myself I just bought a new coat, I might go broke, I can't stand myself I just might ban myself, I just might - God! God! [Jay Rock - over Chorus] I'm focused feelin' blessed cause my eyes be the truth I'm focused feelin' blessed cause my eyes be the truth, hmm [Ab-Soul] Mental window blurry as a bitch, still lookin' out it So much money off the fuckin' books, could write a book about it Took a minute, no wait a minute, let me, think about it Bout 10 years, Crips, Bloods, sweat and tears and we, still countin' (hmm) Had a real thick bitch named Brooklyn, she fucked the, whole squad Now, every time I land in Brooklyn, they fuck with the, whole squad Uh, I'm more spiritual than lyrical, I'm similar to, Eli Why? Cause I'm wearin' black shades and I'm headed west with the, word of God (amen) Yeah, I think I'm finally ready to talk about it These niggas just talk about it, homie don't play me for no fool Poppin' bottles like in enemigos, los dios mio, I'm so cold Get so deep in that water water, they should call my johnson a harpoon [Jay Rock] Feed the needy, don't know graffiti, paint her walls like a, cartoon Beat the pussy up so bad, send her home with some, war wounds Loaded off the 'gnac, hit her from the back, goin' 'cross her head, bar stool Touch her soul 'til I curl her toes then it's time to reload then it's, part two [ScHoolboy Q] Hm; damn near 30, still set trippin' cuz, where you're from? I'ma, see about it (hm) Last year I made 10 million, that's where I've been, yeah I'm, private island (hm) Smokin' somethin' on, autopilot, got too many cars, I might crash a whip (uh) New 'Rari pedal barely tappin' nigga, VROOM-VROOM, yeah I'm rich bitch~! Got two Rollies but one missin', think my daughter flossin', she in, kindergarten Got one crib worth two cribs and my front lawn, yeah that's, water fountain You be talkin' boss, sayin' big words like philosophies, man you, weird homie What it sounds to me that you broke as fuck and your bitch gon' leave and that's, real homie [Chorus]