CeeJ - Big Bang lyrics

[Verse 1:CeeJ] Quit all the mushy talk These pussies looking up to me, b**h I'm a rookie boss I take an L to the face but I never took a loss I swear I work for the paper, I never took 'em off Days (Daze), it's like they in a haze, they stuck on my name sh** I'm quick-witted, this Brick City jungle I BANG Looking for 6 figure digits man I'm stuck in my ways Puffing away, thinking of ways I can double my gains Which of you made(maid) n***as gonna uncover my fame Cause all you lame hoes flows just puzzle my brain Ever since I came up in the door I been f**ing the game But now I love her she get some of every rubber I bring But first thing that's gon' come?...The Prenup 1-5-0's a little bit hard to re-up Snotty a** nose a little bit hard to clean up I'm tryna get to the mill with more than 50 to k**, and still We chillin' on a whole 160 Me and three of my n***as got a 40, hella tipsy You boys coming out for my fame, n***a don't tempt me Y'all bored (board) and y'all think this a game? That's hella Risky I'm taking Christine, we going to Tiffany's And we ain't buying j**elry, 2 b**hes with me I guess it's S&M when they impressed with the Benz I just sit in the back, 2 b**hes whip me And this is how its going down Yezzir Its like.... Bang It's like Bang, Bang [Verse 2: CyHi The Prynce] CyHi the Prynce, fresh up out the Ivy League n***a I'm the bomb, b**hes call me IED Probably cause I'm covered in all this I-C-E I asked her can I f**, she said Y-E-P I'm blowing up like C4 Overseas tours, man I used to be poor Sound like grenades every time I record All I do is drop bombs, Marine Corps [Verse 3: CeeJ] Getting paid is keeping me on So I can look her in the face, believe in me Moms I just hit the same f**ing stage Khalifa was on And Hunger Pains got a shot, the heat in my palms How can I see Miami beaches, the heat and the palms Short spring break, lavish life for a week and I'm gone Man I'm a king, every morning I beat the alarm How I look shaking off a loss, this ain't Vietnam Whoo man My castle and you only act a fool man And sh** since I been on my grind like the school dance Every weekend we peeking, they in love with the crew man And I'm the crew chief, sh**, we need a full tank It's sad but rapping gon' get me money that school ain't It's kind of backwards to me it seems like a cruel prank But f** it, I just roll up the good dank Lighter in my hand, I'll ignite it for the FAM n***a what? And this is how its going down Yezzir Its like.... Bang It's like Bang, Bang