Big mama

I'm in my gold yard, you go girl I'm in my gold yard, you go girl Big mama, no kids Waitin' for the right nigga, right time Bitches hearin' through the grapevine, I'm hearin' GIA certified Yes, you gon' make it rain for these

I'm up 9 figure 20, I show you how to pop it Pop it like a rubber band, frying pan, soda can Think it's fucked built like I dance, fucking on this British man Crip look like the Buckingham Ass be shaking like it's jelly, but this Glock never jam Put them panties to the side like a caravan

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I really need somebody Tell me who that somebody I don't care about your body

I'm in my gold yard, you go girl I'm in my gold yard, you go girl Big mama, no kids Waitin' for the right nigga, right time Bitches hearin' through the grapevine, I'm hearin' GIA certified Yes, you gon' make it rain for these

I'm up 9 figure 20, I show you how to pop it Pop it like a rubber band, frying pan, soda can Think it's fucked built like I dance, fucking on this British man Crip look like the Buckingham Ass be shaking like it's jelly, but this Glock never jam Put them panties to the side like a caravan

[MUSIC PLAYING]

I really need somebody Tell me who that somebody I don't care about your body