Yo Gotti - Get Big (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Diddy] This is the remix [Intro 2: DJ Drama] Hey Dorrough You know you started something with this "Get Big" sh**, right? Got the whole world on it now huh? Catch up s**as! [Verse 1: Dorrough] Hey, first thing first, I hit the scene solo I rep the triple D, Dirk Nowitzki Tony Romo I can't be touched, oh no, I'm flashy like a photo My car paint like the AT&T logo Blue and white paint on a Mazarati fo' do' My outerwear is Gucci but my underwear is polo You say you getting money but you baby mama say You got a dollar in yo pocket, say my n***a youse a hobo [Hook: Dorrough] You ain't got enough money [x2] Get big [x4] [Bridge: Diddy (over Hook)] This that Dirty Money crew, yeah Hey yo Dorrough, it's ya boy Diddy It's big n***a talk right here motherf**er C'mon check this out - go! [Verse 2: Diddy] Who the f** talkin' money, ha ha ha funny I got so much money, my money count money My nickname is Billy, I'm a motherf**ing star My penthouse so high that my address is Mars Bought an oil rig now my bank counts Arabian Yacht so big, you coulda sworn I brought the navy in This is my throne, the top, I'm alone If you ain't close to a billion, take yo broke a** home Motherf**er [Hook] [Bridge: Diddy (over Hook)] Take yo broke a** home man This is big money talk right here This is the remix I see you Dorrough, c'mon C'mon let's talk that sh** n***as, let's go [Verse 3: Yo Gotti] I spit dope boy knowledge, bird in my pocket There's too many hundreds, they can't fit in the wallet Rubber band up, all white down Three hundred twenties for the whole pound Big block gators, fresh pair of Marcs 599, brand new Ferrari Remix, yeah n***a get it Million dollar n***a, money be my best friend Yo Gotti! [Verse 4: Bun B] I got my city on my back, my diamonds on my front Conjure up in my cup, granddaddy in my blunt Did it 2000 and whatever, the year is after this is Cadillac shoes and the jazzy yellow misses Wanna blow me kisses, right around the zipper Down and drop it to the flo' and I ain't even gotta tip her R.I.P. to Jack Tripper, two up in the crib They say they wanna have my babies then they better get a bib Here they come [Verse 5: Diamond] I came in as a rookie with my pockets on fat Got a million dollar p**y, b**h, my cat got stacks Uhh, n-n-n-now that a boss b**h move If you go against the boss but the boss never loses Got a house on the water so I can feed the gators Rasberry Porsche, 32 flavors My bread so swoll, I can't fit it in my wallet My pockets on big, Christopher Wallace [Verse 6: Shawty Lo] Do it shawty, let me say Shawty Lo do it B.I.G I like a lot of hoes and I love the freaks But if I had to choose - M.O.E You ain't got enough paper Middle finger to a hater You remember me? Big Uf Purp in mine, what's in yo cup? [Hook] [Verse 7: Wiz Khalifa] I post up, time to roll up Give the hoes what they need, give the people what they want Uhh, I don't f** with no blunts You know how it go homie, no zig zag, no drig drag Wizzle man, rollin' out the big bag With a bad b**h, light brown skin thick a** Never slow, I get mine quick fast Gettin' money in this b**h a** [Verse 8: Maino] Standin' on the couch in club with a pocket full of c-notes n***as can't tell me I ain't bigger then Nino Hop up in the Coupe, give it gas I'm floatin' Money getting' big like the arms on Hulk Hogan Stacks on top of stacks, baby this is IHOP I be runnin' down on sacks, auto I shop Everything is big, big chain keep a big chrome Big house big truck, big body red bone [Hook] [Outro: DJ Drama] You didn't know he was gonna bring it that big huh? Get used to it! Hahahahaha And like that, we gone!