Lyrics B!G! (feat. Dariel) - Greg the Great

Big racks, big cash, big money, big stacks
Big racks, big cash, big shmoney, big stacks
Big racks, big cash, big money, big stacks
I just been fucking up all these bands, if he want smoke, I'm the law of the land
Big racks, big cash, big money, big stacks
Big racks, big cash, big shmoney, big stacks
Big racks, big cash, big money, big stacks
I just been fucking up all these bands, if he want smoke, I'm the law of the land

Law of the land, I did it and ran, and why they be talking, they ain't even friends
I took all they bitches, I did it again, all on my dick cause each one of them fans
Hundred and fifty might spend on a Benz, shit I done copped me a Bimmer instead
She hit me up 'bout three a.m. had to lay the pipe and baby couldn't stand
This baby stay on my line, bitch, hit me up cause I'm just trying to see where you stay
Just know you can't ride with my hitters, we packing a pole when we fly out of state
Can't catch any one of my hitters in traffic, we moving and stay making plays
I'm loving the way that she take it, bend over, strip and get naked
Why the fuck do you be faking, the hustle you cannot relate
Where was you at when I'm faded, miss your shot just like we in The Matrix
Don't fuck with me, you know I'm crazy, and none of my hitters is lazy
Been fucking this bitch on a daily, but no she ain't having my baby

Big racks, big cash, big money, big stacks
Big racks, big cash, big shmoney, big stacks
Big racks, big cash, big money, big stacks
I just been fucking up all these bands, if he want smoke, I'm the law of the land
Big racks, big cash, big money, big stacks
Big racks, big cash, big shmoney, big stacks
Big racks, big cash, big money, big stacks
I just been fucking up all these bands, if he want smoke, I'm the law of the land

My two favorite places, the stu and the bank, I'm a make it regardless so fuck what they think
Writing down lyrics while smoking this dank, and I know that you fake, get the fuck out my way
When he heard how I spit, he ain't know what to say, watch how I grind like I'm running out days
And the truth is we on, so I ain't come to play, stop calling my phone if I ain't make you bae
Bro got them bands, cop from my plug and I flip it again
Go hard in the paint but won't fold for no trends, bro pass me the mic then I got to go in
Chopped up them L's, now all we know is win, don't know me like you do so fuck your lil' friends
Can't do no favors, that shit ain't gone end, ever since she met me now she say she hate men, aye
I can't go back to them old days, niggas be stuck in they own ways
In love with the money, got gold veins, they went and switched but it's okay
Just trying to be high and get past the shit, counting them bands while we pass the shit
This that exotic type cannabis, yeah lil bitch we ain't average

Big racks, big cash, big money, big stacks
Big racks, big cash, big shmoney, big stacks
Big racks, big cash, big money, big stacks
I just been fucking up all these bands, if he want smoke, I'm the law of the land
Big racks, big cash, big money, big stacks
Big racks, big cash, big shmoney, big stacks
Big racks, big cash, big money, big stacks
I just been fucking up all these bands, if he want smoke, I'm the law of the land

Big racks, big cash, big money, big stacks
Big racks, big cash, all these bands, law of the land
Big racks, big cash, big money, big stacks
Big racks, big cash, all these bands, law of the land