Lyrics Big Bag - Wes Period

Big bag
Real big bag
Why you mad with your itty bitty bag
Black man getting money like my dad
Hundred million on the line, that's a fact
Big bag
Real big bag
Why you mad with your itty bitty bag (what the hell!)
Black man getting money like my dad
Hundred million on the line, that's a fact

Dollar Dive, grown man, big bag shit
You in line in round two, on some fan shit
Hundred million on the line, big bandwidth
Got this house from Francois that's my nation
Daddy came up and he inter state
Momma was born out of East LA
I swear to God that they ready to bank
Look what they made, look what they made
I'm in the stu' from early to late
Said I was coming but they couldn't wait
Now you looking washed up from what you ain't make
Put on my city, it's what did they hate

Big bag, real big bag
Why you mad with your itty bitty bag
Black man getting money like my dad
Hundred million on the line, that's a fact
Big bag, real big bag
Why you mad with your itty bitty bag
Black man getting money like my dad
Hundred million on the line, that's a fact

Big bag, I should open new accounts
That's ironic cause your bitch gon' prolly wanna chase me out
Ooh, press it like a gun
Ooh, ain't no safety now
Just because your momma brought you here don't mean I take you out nah
Picture the vision just like you never seen it
I got dreams that's been dead but I watched the phoenix
Now I'm focused on arenas, not fucking the scene up
Late bloomer, never too late for some spring cleaning

Big bag, real big bag
Why you mad with your itty bitty bag
Black man getting money like my dad
Hundred million on the line, that's a fact
Big bag, real big bag
Why you mad with your itty bitty bag
Black man getting money like my dad
Hundred million on the line, that's a fact
Big bag