Future - Do It Big lyrics

[Intro – Future] Yeah, turn the mic down ATL Jacob Yeah yeah, turn the mic I’m making this money, it’s driving me crazy I’m f-----g these b-----s, they driving me crazy Thirty chains on me Ten million on me Yeah yeah [Verse 1 – Young Scooter] I’m in the studio with my Cali n---a In the jugg house, kicking bales with Bali’s n---a In the nineties n---a, we was riding colors with rallies n---a In my hood I was selling dope in alleys n---a You can’t finesse me, I’m a mathematician Done made two hundred million, I’m in the right position I’m in my own lane, so ain’t no competition I gotta thank God I never been to prison “Young Scooter” I got away with murder, forgive me for all my sinning I’m doing it for my kids, I’ma keep winning “count up” My son 11 years old, already talking millions By the time he 18, he own his own business [Hook/Chorus – Young Scooter] I’m doing it for my kids, doing it for my kids “BMFBG” I gotta do it big, gotta do it big I’m doing it for my kids, doing it for my kids I gotta do it big, gotta do it big I’m doing it for my son, and my f-----g daughter Black Amigo Scooter never had a father Juuging in these dirty streets, yeah it made me smarter Gotta stay away from them n----s with them fed charges [Verse 2 – Young Scooter] I ain’t give a d--n what my daddy left My mama had the plug and I was right there Elementary school, and already was a hustler I was in middle school and already serving customers This is real talk, ain’t nobody gon’ f--k with us I got Lil Dino with me, and he ready to touch you up I used to be broke but, now a n---a rich as f--k The streets ain’t safe boy, you better keep you a pistol tucked I got pounds, got bricks, I got ice When the trap get hot, jump on a flight To this money I got married, that’s my wife Everyday I’m flexing n---a, that’s my life My lil cousin Quay fought and they gave him life Jugg house, make over fifty bands a night No flaws, selling weed for the rest of my life HNIC and BMG and that’s for life [Verse 3 – Future] I made the Rollie talk big dawg lingo Roll through the hood, let the kids yell bingo Ten gold rings on my fingers, just like Deion All red Mulsanne, bust the brain on a peon Money, mo’ money, mo’ money, I think it done went to the head Tatted my neck and my stomach, I’m ’bout to go tat up my legs They putting the cut in the Actavis, now we gon’ drink up the red I copped me a Lambo, before I pulled off, I pulled off the head Yeah, the Maybach got Maybach covers, taking a nap in the bed Yeah, I count a few million up and talk to my n----s in feds Yeah, put em on FaceTime, let ’em see b-----s I hit Yeah, let ’em see all of my chains jugging and look at my wrist, yeah [Hook/Chorus – Young Scooter] I’m doing it for my kids, doing it for my kids “BMFBG” I gotta do it big, gotta do it big I’m doing it for my kids, doing it for my kids I gotta do it big, gotta do it big I’m doing it for my son, and my f-----g daughter Black Amigo Scooter never had a father Juuging in these dirty streets, yeah it made me smarter Gotta stay away from them n----s with them fed charges [Outro – Future] I’m making this money, it’s driving me crazy I’m f-----g these b-----s, they driving me crazy Thirty chains on me 10 million on me “Y’all fufu, f-----g goofy”