Bad Lucc - Do It Big lyrics

[Hook:] Look like, walk like, smell like cash You a freak I can tell that fast Whatever it is I sell that fast Ye know I'm all about that math Whatever it is I do it big Whatever it is I do it big [Problem] Trust it at the afro Hanging at the hair like All my b**hes bad serving dick till they act right Need a scratch like a cat fight Flowing out blow burner keep my pack right These guns and more chicken in the s** fifth Paying trip just to forty in the matress Girl you playing like a b**h she's an actress Tear your hood up have you dry it on the cactus P-Lo hit you with a banger Grab n***a that got b**hes like a singer Just took a shoot and I got some more in the chamber Your b**h in my car and let her cum on my finger She can get nasty b**h I'm on I ain't looking for a cla**y b**h I need holders worth to f** something Baby mama keep calling she don't want nothing Doing me later [Hook:] Look like, walk like, smell like cash You a freak I can tell that fast Whatever it is I sell that fast Ye know I'm all about that math Whatever it is I do it big Whatever it is I do it big [Bd-Lucc] I do it big like a big n***a should A big n***a skinny b**hes like, uhh I smell like a rat, a grand To big b**hes I'm a rat, a lamb Turned up, in this cause bum up Pimp like a purm up BAD all is earned up My n***as learn up I keep her cumming like tactics The b**h ain't never printed Tell my s**m to do backflip [IamSu] I do it big, Jimmy Neutron head I'm getting cool time bread I hit it she get the bull like Way ahead leg, that's the pun Your baby daddy a little fruit that's a runt I'm always on the cash man I'm always on the hunt Ye I'm getting paper still fire up a blunt Still riding through the hood like I ain't sh** The game can't quit If I ain't on your song that thing ain't it [Hook:] Look like, walk like, smell like cash You a freak I can tell that fast Whatever it is I sell that fast Ye know I'm all about that math Whatever it is I do it big Whatever it is I do it big [Sage The Gemini] I bibs and I cash for Christmas That's merry dollar in it b**h Wetter than whatever makes your fairy flow drail Whole Tom Cruise, like Terry Jones Thomas will bring the s** cause we carry all Sell a b**h like car insurance Your baby mama caught a n***a she want reinsurance She want me into it cause I'm a get into it I'm not the only one she let my n***a still influence [Verse 5:] Back up on it about to mack on it And I keep game for cheap I keep my shack on it This baby sure I spend a rack on it Sweat it out in Vegas Treat a hater like typos I get 'em edited out the paper Raise a sharp flavor might give you a buck fifty Put the pressure on and get 'em fried up crispy Heartbreak game make the girls go stupid Stay on the hussle I'm up early on the brewsky [Hook:] Look like, walk like, smell like cash You a freak I can tell that fast Whatever it is I sell that fast Ye know I'm all about that math Whatever it is I do it big Whatever it is I do it big