"Big Spender" lyrics
PlaqueBoyMax, Concrete Boys (Lil Yachty, Camo!, Dc2trill & Draft Day) Lyrics
My bitch drop-dead gorgeous, pull up in a hearsey
I be with some niggas, they'll jack something like Percy
Niggas smoked like a loose leaf, 2026, she ain't got these
Hop in the V12, max speed, ain't claiming these hoes, can't latch me
I'm barely missing her lashes, I stuff the drank in the cabinet (Us)
Nicknamed her Trina, she the baddest, Hurricane Chris, but your bitch let me clap it
I'll throw this Tris in the trash, you can have it, Double R car, put my brothers in traffic
I'm the type, swing me a Glock and no hatchet, down a whole pint, now I stand in a tactic
Fucking me, need you some sunscreen (Yeah)
No Visine, high like a trampoline (Yeah)
Ecstasy got a bitch crumping (Yeah)
Mouth on her nipple, she pumping
Yeah, I'm geeking on LaBrea
She pretty but broke, I'ma pay her
Red light on the blick, Darth Vader
Run shit just like the mayor (Run shit)
West side, double that paper (West side)
Too cool for allegations
But your bitch ain't going, later
Okay, V12 loud like a soccer chant
My money long like a Kanye rant (Okay)
Before I sip green, I'll cut off my hands (Okay)
Before a whole month, I blew the advance
I'm at the top floor, I'm making demands (Yeah)
I keep a Gen 5 my waistband
Fire this bitch, I'm Vince McMahon
He think he us, that's imposter syndrome
Take the Rolls Royce, put the work in the emblem
My dog, he tweaked out, can't wait to catch one
He on the edge, you better not tempt him
I got another mil' on my agenda
Stick got a dick and tits, transgender
First name basis, Balenci', big spender
I'm getting rich and you mad, Vic Mensa (Man)
Cut up the traction in the wide body kit
Sold-out shows, watch 'em mosh in the pit
I'm not Plies, I got vibes at the Ritz
Lightskin model, she got double D tits
Glock with a brr, we call it Pooh Shiesty
Tryna get blitzed so I run shit quick
Damn, it's a fact that I'm a real razorback
She come through, now she gon' arch up her back
Stack after stack, rack after rack
Big bank takers, ain't going for that
These boys who cap, I'ma aim for his hat
Stick to the sideline where the bitches be at
Pussy, yeah, man
It's us, yeah
Brand new crib, I just bought two cribs
5$TAR shit, I'ma paint the world pink
Million-dollar deals, yeah, my phone keep ringing
Take a couple bands, put that shit on my pinky
Pockets full of green, they're Giant, Luigi
Five-star slut when she acts so needy
Racks rain like water, it's coming in Fiji
Came for the bitches, now a nigga on TV
Handing out racks to my hoes, they needy
I play 'em like CD, her titties, they DD
I'm stacking racks up, I'm feeling her titty
My life is a movie, I play with her coochie
I don't do Pro Tools, I'm cooking on Fruity
He slide on my ho, I'ma fade him like Boosie
(Fade him like Boosie)
Yeah, 5$TAR
I be with some niggas, they'll jack something like Percy
Niggas smoked like a loose leaf, 2026, she ain't got these
Hop in the V12, max speed, ain't claiming these hoes, can't latch me
I'm barely missing her lashes, I stuff the drank in the cabinet (Us)
Nicknamed her Trina, she the baddest, Hurricane Chris, but your bitch let me clap it
I'll throw this Tris in the trash, you can have it, Double R car, put my brothers in traffic
I'm the type, swing me a Glock and no hatchet, down a whole pint, now I stand in a tactic
Fucking me, need you some sunscreen (Yeah)
No Visine, high like a trampoline (Yeah)
Ecstasy got a bitch crumping (Yeah)
Mouth on her nipple, she pumping
Yeah, I'm geeking on LaBrea
She pretty but broke, I'ma pay her
Red light on the blick, Darth Vader
Run shit just like the mayor (Run shit)
West side, double that paper (West side)
Too cool for allegations
But your bitch ain't going, later
Okay, V12 loud like a soccer chant
My money long like a Kanye rant (Okay)
Before I sip green, I'll cut off my hands (Okay)
Before a whole month, I blew the advance
I'm at the top floor, I'm making demands (Yeah)
I keep a Gen 5 my waistband
Fire this bitch, I'm Vince McMahon
He think he us, that's imposter syndrome
Take the Rolls Royce, put the work in the emblem
My dog, he tweaked out, can't wait to catch one
He on the edge, you better not tempt him
I got another mil' on my agenda
Stick got a dick and tits, transgender
First name basis, Balenci', big spender
I'm getting rich and you mad, Vic Mensa (Man)
Cut up the traction in the wide body kit
Sold-out shows, watch 'em mosh in the pit
I'm not Plies, I got vibes at the Ritz
Lightskin model, she got double D tits
Glock with a brr, we call it Pooh Shiesty
Tryna get blitzed so I run shit quick
Damn, it's a fact that I'm a real razorback
She come through, now she gon' arch up her back
Stack after stack, rack after rack
Big bank takers, ain't going for that
These boys who cap, I'ma aim for his hat
Stick to the sideline where the bitches be at
Pussy, yeah, man
It's us, yeah
Brand new crib, I just bought two cribs
5$TAR shit, I'ma paint the world pink
Million-dollar deals, yeah, my phone keep ringing
Take a couple bands, put that shit on my pinky
Pockets full of green, they're Giant, Luigi
Five-star slut when she acts so needy
Racks rain like water, it's coming in Fiji
Came for the bitches, now a nigga on TV
Handing out racks to my hoes, they needy
I play 'em like CD, her titties, they DD
I'm stacking racks up, I'm feeling her titty
My life is a movie, I play with her coochie
I don't do Pro Tools, I'm cooking on Fruity
He slide on my ho, I'ma fade him like Boosie
(Fade him like Boosie)
Yeah, 5$TAR
