"Big Hungry Monster" lyrics
I'ma get drunk and bury my money (bury my money, bury my money)
Time to get turnt up, grimey muddy (grimey muddy, grimey muddy)
Big boy, big game, choose a flavor
Big toys, big chain, you's a hater
Pink Floyd, Butane, excuse me waiter
We stand on hallowed ground, go like dun dun dun pay dirt!
Bush whackin' my way up the tax brackets
Jack you talkin' bout practice?
I'm known as the fastest, ever since Cassius passed
You slow as molasses
I'm loud and I'm brash
I'm swerving through lanes like a lass having contractions
Cut up a half a patch of acid
A little less conversation and more action
Gotta get it crackin' the minute that they can make it happen
Working back at Dillon's, I kill em until I'm living lavish
I could big up every single bro that they say that could help me
I would rather take out my piece and go take a look at revenge
Ima get drunk and bury my money (bury my money, bury my money)
Time to get turnt up, grimey muddy (grimey muddy, grimey muddy)
Said Ima get drunk and bury my money (bury my money, bury my money)
Time to get turnt up, grimey muddy (grimey muddy, grimey muddy)
Swag long as the moon to earth
King of the mother fucking universe
Opps is food, ooooh dessert
Take dude to church, I'm doing the work
In the same breath Ima loot the purse
Too berzerk, my boo shoot to murk
It ain't hard to tell 'bout who's in first
Why grab two stones when I can shoot the bird?
Lit as fuck
Don't want none
Mercedes truck
Not enough
More power, more pain
More money, more gains
More haters, more chains
More houses, more planes
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Dominate until we get into the Guinness
I wake up in the morning, I'm the shit as is
If you shoot for the king you better kill that bitch
Yeah Ima make em feel that shit, pressure non-stop
I'ma make em eat that shit, with some hot sauce
I'ma knock the block off, put it in a crock pot
And do the cha-cha
Ima get drunk and bury my money (bury my money, bury my money)
Time to get turnt up, grimey muddy (grimey muddy, grimey muddy)
Said I'ma get drunk and bury my money (bury my money, bury my money)
Time to get turnt up, grimey muddy (grimey muddy, grimey muddy)
Just like that, there you have it...
Time to get turnt up, grimey muddy (grimey muddy, grimey muddy)
Big boy, big game, choose a flavor
Big toys, big chain, you's a hater
Pink Floyd, Butane, excuse me waiter
We stand on hallowed ground, go like dun dun dun pay dirt!
Bush whackin' my way up the tax brackets
Jack you talkin' bout practice?
I'm known as the fastest, ever since Cassius passed
You slow as molasses
I'm loud and I'm brash
I'm swerving through lanes like a lass having contractions
Cut up a half a patch of acid
A little less conversation and more action
Gotta get it crackin' the minute that they can make it happen
Working back at Dillon's, I kill em until I'm living lavish
I could big up every single bro that they say that could help me
I would rather take out my piece and go take a look at revenge
Ima get drunk and bury my money (bury my money, bury my money)
Time to get turnt up, grimey muddy (grimey muddy, grimey muddy)
Said Ima get drunk and bury my money (bury my money, bury my money)
Time to get turnt up, grimey muddy (grimey muddy, grimey muddy)
Swag long as the moon to earth
King of the mother fucking universe
Opps is food, ooooh dessert
Take dude to church, I'm doing the work
In the same breath Ima loot the purse
Too berzerk, my boo shoot to murk
It ain't hard to tell 'bout who's in first
Why grab two stones when I can shoot the bird?
Lit as fuck
Don't want none
Mercedes truck
Not enough
More power, more pain
More money, more gains
More haters, more chains
More houses, more planes
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Dominate until we get into the Guinness
I wake up in the morning, I'm the shit as is
If you shoot for the king you better kill that bitch
Yeah Ima make em feel that shit, pressure non-stop
I'ma make em eat that shit, with some hot sauce
I'ma knock the block off, put it in a crock pot
And do the cha-cha
Ima get drunk and bury my money (bury my money, bury my money)
Time to get turnt up, grimey muddy (grimey muddy, grimey muddy)
Said I'ma get drunk and bury my money (bury my money, bury my money)
Time to get turnt up, grimey muddy (grimey muddy, grimey muddy)
Just like that, there you have it...
Writer(s): Jacob Anderson
