Big Ben lyrics

Right here in the game, swear I'ma win

Fresh out the pen, ain’t going back there again

My baby mama no drama, said she don't need me to spend

Told her just cop the car seat and I'ma buy you the Benz (Skrrt-skrrt)

Too real to pretend, this mod got me on ten

This a big boy clock, I call my watch Big Ben

Ya’ll fight for dollars and cents like y'all ain't got no sense

Niggas killing to live, like would it kill you to live?

If you diss, get mopped, I clean up my shit

My lil' bro got shot, I felt like I got hit

All my dogs brought sticks, told 'em I got this

Gotta take those risks, we abide by this

I got Danny Phantom and Sauce Boy on the drums, bitch

Come with it, smart nigga, but I'm dumb rich

Yeah, them niggas hatin', but the bad bitches love this

Thug shit, I could fuck her slow and make her cum quick (Yeah)

Hit the studio, I came straight from the YSL fashion show

Word to Anthony Vaccarello, we skipped the after, though

I get this cash to flow, models asking, "Who has the blow?"

Uppers and downers, can't tell if I’m moving fast or slow

She just took acid, just kicked in

Got the big face Rollie, call my watch Big Ben

Zero to sixty in three, this a big boy Benz

Black on black, I whipped the Batmobile, it must be him

Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt

I’m killing 'em when I’m in my 'Rari, feel like a hearse

My garage look like the Jay Leno lot, your feelings hurt

I threw her ten, she put some new plastic under her shirt, look

It's just a gesture, you're welcome, look, it’s my pleasure

Put a Birkin on her dresser, it's like she discovered treasure

Plus the YSL clutch, really, it took no effort

I'm Curry in the clutch, look, I dominate under pressure, yeah

Burning cash, wonder where it all goes

Money like the Chapos and Pablos

Paper six feet, fucking tall hoes

This watch don't tick-tock, but it's all froze

Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben

Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben

Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben

Call my watch Big Ben, call my watch Big Ben (Yeah)

My piece she put her tongue on, ain't fucking 'less the glove's on

I'm stuck inside her head just like a love song, no doubt

Been one of the best out, your music got me stressed out

'Cause they ain't got no bars like they fresh out, big clout

Talk about the best, you got me fucked up if I'm left out

The only white boy in the world who could bring the west out

Girls at my shows on shoulders, she pulls her breasts out

On her boyfriend, he's miserable, feeling left out

Last night we got high as shit, almost feel like I died a bit

I just fucked a stranger, I asked her name while she ride my dick

Rumors spreading quick, I tell her to chill and quiet it

Rock and roll stories I'll save the rest for the biopic (Yeah)

Burning cash, wonder where it all goes

Money like the Chapos and Pablos

Paper six feet, fucking tall hoes

This watch don't tick-tock, but it's all froze

Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben

Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben

Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben

Call my watch Big Ben, call my watch Big Ben