Get Like Me

Everybody ain't doin' it like me
And I know they wanna be just like me
Big money, plenty women, yep, nightly
Get like me, yeah, get like me
Swag just like me, money just like me
Cars just like me, clothes just like me
If you wanna be something B.I.G
Then get like me, yeah, get like me

Is he in an Audi? Man, I wouldn't doubt it
Saw him at the club last night hoppin' out it
I got clientele, meet me by the cell

I ain't got no yayo, CDs all I got for sale

And I'm pushin' 'em, shows, I be bookin' 'em
Boys tryna compete with me, but I just be crookin' 'em
Watch say Emporio, move to Memorial

But I be in Greenspoint Mall at Georgio's
So I'm extra fly, I think I got extra shine
Rob you with these hands and if I can, I'll pull my weapon out
Yep, it's a baller all up in the place
Tell Lady Gaga I want a poker face
Pocket full of Franklins, mama, I'ma make it
Never see the state pen, rather buy a bracelet
I do it B.I. since knee high

I got a Bentley, baby mama drive a Kia

Ugh, and my money don't jangle
Bought a two-story house off a ringtone

And a Range Rov', I like my tape slow

Say, DJ, play my new single

Got your gal eyein' me 'cause you not as fly as me
I am who you try to be, I'ma fly to Waikiki
I need my privacy, so I'ma charter out a jet
It's Lucky, I ain't hurt nobody harder yet
I get the daughters wet, diamonds on my neck

Pimpin' in effect, no, that wasn't no royalty check
I'm who you call the best when it come to spendin' Gs
So I ain't buyin' what them labels tryna sell to me
I'm independent with it, I think I'm finna get it
You see my twenties spinnin', I'ma do it for my city
I got your girl with me 'cause she lookin' pretty
Lucky Luciano written on her kitty

Now I know I got 'em mad at me, hoppin' out the black Caddy
Double cupped up, smellin' like granddaddy

Any city that I'm in, we finna ball out
Spendin' hundreds at the bar until I fall out
But I'm valeted outside in the front
Tryna pack four or five girls in the truck
When we pull up to the telly, you know what's up
Each and every one of y'all is finna get cut

It's Lucky, I got plenty game, I'm on 20 acres
Look at your face when I'm in the place
Got a pinky ring and an ice chain
That'll blind your ass from a mile away
Sittin' on the gray in a foreign car
Don't look too hard and you'll see a star
Just make a wish, I'm eatin' steak and shrimp
Baby, strip and bring daddy chips
Don't ask for shit, just give me mine

See me shine, go get like me, Gucci shoes, no more Nike
Who is you? No, you're nobody, and Lucky Lou on VIP
Me and my boys ain't got no ID, but I'm
In the cell with all the drinks on me