B.M.F. (Blowin' Money Fast)
Lyrics
Rick Ross
Featuring: Styles P
[Chorus]
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whipping work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real n*ggas getting money from the f*cking start
[x2]
[Verse 1]
My Rolls Royce triple black, I'm geechee ho
Ballin' in the club, bottles like I'm Meech ho
Rozay, that's my nickname
Cocaine runnin' in my big vein
Self made, you just affiliated
I build the ground up, you bought it renovated
Talking plenty capers nothing's been authenticated
Funny you claimin' the same b*tch that I'm penetratin'
Hold the bottles up, where my comrades?
Where the f*ckin' felons? Where my dogs at?
I got that Archie Bunker
And it's so white, I just might charge you double
[Chorus]
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whipping work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real n*ggas getting money from the f*cking start
[x2]
[Verse 2]
These muthaf*ckas mad that I'm icy
Stunt so hard make them come and indict me
I think I'm Big Meech, look at my timepiece
It's Audemars, hundred racks at least
Look at yourself, now look at me
You can't see a n*gga, I'm what you used to be
Look at it this way, you n*ggas sideways
Always getting money my n*gga, crime pays
So f*ck a n*gga, I'm Self Made
You a sucker n*gga, I'm self-paid
This for my broke n*ggas, this for my rich n*ggas
Got a hundred on a head of a snitch n*gga
[Chorus]
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whipping work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real n*ggas getting money from the f*cking start
[x2]
[Styles P]
Yeah what up, had to be the ghost
Y'all n*gga know what it is
Let's get it my n*gga
[Verse 3: Styles P]
The thirty-six holes leave you bleedin' fam
Word to them thirty-six O's in a kilogram
Blunt tip, orange like caviar
Wilding out, fishtailing Subaru rally car
Out the passenger, letting the automatty off
A egg of that girl I'll knock ya Mommy and ya Daddy off
F*ck around and knock the emblem on the Caddy off
Four shooters bugging out, blicking at ya Caddy doors
Did I mention guns from Red Dead Redemption
Nine mils, fifty clip extensions
Coke is like a mattress in the hood, I'm flipping on it
And the money's like a chair, I'm sitting on it
[Chorus]
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whipping work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real n*ggas getting money from the f*cking start
[x2]
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whipping work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real n*ggas getting money from the f*cking start
[x2]
[Verse 1]
My Rolls Royce triple black, I'm geechee ho
Ballin' in the club, bottles like I'm Meech ho
Rozay, that's my nickname
Cocaine runnin' in my big vein
Self made, you just affiliated
I build the ground up, you bought it renovated
Talking plenty capers nothing's been authenticated
Funny you claimin' the same b*tch that I'm penetratin'
Hold the bottles up, where my comrades?
Where the f*ckin' felons? Where my dogs at?
I got that Archie Bunker
And it's so white, I just might charge you double
[Chorus]
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whipping work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real n*ggas getting money from the f*cking start
[x2]
[Verse 2]
These muthaf*ckas mad that I'm icy
Stunt so hard make them come and indict me
I think I'm Big Meech, look at my timepiece
It's Audemars, hundred racks at least
Look at yourself, now look at me
You can't see a n*gga, I'm what you used to be
Look at it this way, you n*ggas sideways
Always getting money my n*gga, crime pays
So f*ck a n*gga, I'm Self Made
You a sucker n*gga, I'm self-paid
This for my broke n*ggas, this for my rich n*ggas
Got a hundred on a head of a snitch n*gga
[Chorus]
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whipping work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real n*ggas getting money from the f*cking start
[x2]
[Styles P]
Yeah what up, had to be the ghost
Y'all n*gga know what it is
Let's get it my n*gga
[Verse 3: Styles P]
The thirty-six holes leave you bleedin' fam
Word to them thirty-six O's in a kilogram
Blunt tip, orange like caviar
Wilding out, fishtailing Subaru rally car
Out the passenger, letting the automatty off
A egg of that girl I'll knock ya Mommy and ya Daddy off
F*ck around and knock the emblem on the Caddy off
Four shooters bugging out, blicking at ya Caddy doors
Did I mention guns from Red Dead Redemption
Nine mils, fifty clip extensions
Coke is like a mattress in the hood, I'm flipping on it
And the money's like a chair, I'm sitting on it
[Chorus]
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whipping work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real n*ggas getting money from the f*cking start
[x2]
