Lyrics
Gotta make it sound big, baby
Tell 'em big
Max Biggavel
Ballin' like a bitch, bad to the bone gristle, gristle
Courtside seats, nigga brought his own whistle, whistle
When your money up, hoes try to grow with you
But for sure though, for sure though
She never met a nigga like me
Who knew that we'd be them niggas with the shine, after all of this time, my money good
Who knew that we'd them niggas with the grind, I got rhythms I design and some mantras
Who knew they goin' strong, long as the money's right, I don't wanna be wrong, I wonder
Who knew that we be movin' on up
But won't forget where we come from
Watch me, try and stop me
King of New York, easy top three
Cut the shit, Max, easy, papi
I slap my own shit, he so cocky
You seen the jewelry, he so rocky
He sippin' P2, he smokin' broccoli
That shit was see-through, bitch was knock-kneed
I dipped the teabag, I let her top me
Catch the Don lackin', that's not me
Stash cracks in the Starter jacket, '93
After all of that and put the right team behind me
(But your record label just willin' to get behind me)
She never met a nigga like me
Who knew that we'd be them niggas with the shine, after all of this time, my money good
Who knew that we'd them niggas with the grind, I got rhythms I design and some mantras
Who knew they goin' strong, long as the money's right, I don't wanna be wrong, I wonder (Montana, ayy)
Who knew that we be movin' on up (Boss Don Pérignon)
But won't forget where we come from
Gave 'em that Coke Wave, that Public Domain
Foreigns on the highway, started out with no lane
I made a quarter bil' (billion), that's off the floor, man
I miss my dog Chinx, he was 'bout to go main (yeah)
Watch me, he so rocky
You know we run New York, easy top three
Let that wave break, they so sloppy
We on that main stage, rest in peace Mazi (Dum Out)
Me and Max, Chinx triangle offense
Two decades droppin' hits, man, them boys never lost it
All we did was stick to the script and the streets, they endorsed us (uh)
Now we pull up to function 'Raris, Bentleys, and Porsches (ballin' like, skrrt)
She never met a nigga like me
Who knew that we'd be them niggas with the shine, after all of this time, my money good
Who knew that we'd them niggas with the grind, I got rhythms I design and some mantras
Who knew they goin' strong, long as the money's right, I don't wanna be wrong, I wonder
Who knew that we be movin' on up
But won't forget where we come from
Bitch, bad to the bone gristle, gristle
Courtside seats, nigga brought his own whistle, whistle
When your money up, hoes try to grow with you
But for sure though, for sure though
She never met a nigga like me