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BIG PERSONA by Weight of the World That's that big sh*t
And we all gettin' money
We will all get money
f**k these niggas talkin' 'bout?

[Tyler, The Creator:]
f**k these niggas talkin' 'bout?
Million for the summer house
Love it when the sun be out
'Cause we be out
Ridin' around in that thing with the center roof
And the inside is orange like a cantaloupe
Got a Grammy and not just the interlude
Y'all niggas lucky I ain't snatch the other two
Got the lemon that sit on the ear ring
And that b**ch glimmering like bling
Dance on the moon, it be like sing, nigga
So far, so far, so far, so far
Damn, bro, that neck on Lamb mode
The boots in blue, the yellow hue
That sh*t like rainbow, big sh*t

Big money, big cars, big jewels
Big yard, big niggas, big talk
f**k these niggas talkin' 'bout?
Big dreaming, big business, big riskin'
Big winning, big living, big sh*t
It's whatever, nigga, uh
Big money, big cars, big jewels (Big sh*t, big sh*t, big sh*t)
Big yard, big niggas, big talk (Big sh*t, big sh*t, big sh*t)
f**k these niggas talkin' 'bout? (Big sh*t, big sh*t, big sh*t)
Big dreaming, big business, big risk (Big sh*t, big sh*t, big sh*t)
Big winning, big living, big sh*t (Big sh*t, big sh*t, big sh*t)
It's whatever, nigga (Big sh*t, big sh*t, big sh*t)

[Maxo Kream:]
Maxo Biggie Poppa, who you know that do it better?
I'm the trap Barack Obama, Betty Crocker, used to pedal
Straight mixin' drugs but he love Nutty Professor with Griselda
Pockets kill, man, it keep poppin'
I make more money than professors
b**ch, I'm gettin' cake
Eight figure nigga, no more section 8
Moved momma out the hood
We ain't good, b**ch, we doin' great
Big ass mansion, new estate
Friendly neighbors, pearly gates
Sippin' Arnold Palmers with my momma chillin' by the lake
Broke ass niggas love to hate
Can't pay his rent, he always late
I left the hood, they called me fake
Ain't sh*t realer than real estate
All that flexin', cappin', that's below my tax bracket
Before I buy a b**ch a Birkin bag
I spend a bag on assets, big splashin'

[Tyler, The Creator:]
Big money, big cars, big jewels
Big yard, big niggas, big talk
f**k these niggas talkin' 'bout?
Big dreaming, big business, b**ch riskin'
Big winning, big living, big sh*t
It's whatever, nigga, uh
Big money, big cars, big jewels (Big sh*t, big sh*t, big sh*t)
Big yard, big niggas, big talk (Big sh*t, big sh*t, big sh*t)
f**k these niggas talkin' 'bout? (Big sh*t, big sh*t, big sh*t)
Big dreaming, big business, big risk (Big sh*t, big sh*t, big sh*t)
Big winning, big living, big sh*t (Big sh*t, big sh*t, big sh*t)
It's whatever, nigga, uh (Big sh*t, big sh*t, big sh*t)