Текст песни Big Ben (feat. Preme) - Preme , G-Eazy

Right here in the game, swear I′ma win
Fresh out the pain ain't going back there again
My baby mama no drama said she don′t need me to spend
Told her just cop the car seat and imma buy you the Benz
Too real to pretend, this mod got me on ten
This a big boy clock, I call my watch Big Ben
Ya'll fight for dollars and cents, like y'all ain′t got no sense
Niggas killing to live, like would it kill you to live?
If your diss get mopped, I clean up my shit
My lil bro got shot, I felt like I got hit
All my dogs rock sticks, told them I got this
Gotta take those risks, we abide by this
I got Danny phantom, and sauce boy, on the drums bitch
Come with it, smart nigga, but I′m dumb rich
Yeah them niggas hatin but the bad bitches love this thug shit
I could fuck her slow and make her cum quick
Hit the studio I came straight from the YSL fashion show
Word to Anthony Vaccarello we skipped the after though
I get this cash to flow models asking who has the blow
Uppers and downers can't tell if I′m moving fast or slow
She just took acid just kicked in
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
0 To 60 in 3 this a big boy Benz
Black on black I whipped the Batmobile, it must be him
Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt
I'm killing ′em when I'm in my Rari feel like a hearse
My garage look like the Jay Leno lot your feelings hurt
I threw a 10 she put some new plastic under her shirt, look
It′s just a gesture you're welcome look it's my pleasure
Put a Birkin on her dresser it′s like she discovered treasure
Plus the YSL clutch really it took no effort
I′m Curry in the clutch look I dominate under pressure
Burning cash wonder where it all goes
Money like the Chapos and Pablos
Paper six feet fucking tall hoes
This watch don't tick tock but it′s all froze
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Call my watch Big Ben, call my watch Big Ben
My piece she put her tongue on
Ain't fucking unless the gloves on
I′m stuck inside her head just like a love song
No doubt been one of the best out
Your music got me stressed out
'Cause they ain′t got no bars like they fresh out, big clout
Talk about the best you got me fucked up if I'm left out
The only white boy in the world who could bring the west out
Girls at my shows on shoulders she pulls her breasts out
On her boyfriend he's miserable feeling left out
Last night we got high as shit almost feel like I died a bit
I just fucked a stranger I asked her name while she ride my dick
Rumors spreading quick I tell her to chill and quiet it
Rock and roll stories I′ll save the rest for the biopic
Burning cash wonder where it all goes
Money like the Chapos and Pablos
Paper six feet fucking tall hoes
This watch don′t tick tock but it's all froze
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Call my watch Big Ben, call my watch Big Ben