Big E

Blame it on the city how I'm ballin'. Pick it up, the money always callin'. She gon' touch the ceiling for a sinner. Dark shades in a blurry morning. Radio not meet me in the lobby. Yeah, from the bay, she gon' ride it like A trolley. Ex games when we skate off in The 'Rari. Big tanks looking like Transformers. Midnight, come get right. On this side. Freak, freak, my name Giannis. You gon' know about it when we come through. Bad bitches coming in twos. Ain't nobody telling what we gon' do. When we run through, yeah, yeah. Diamonds on us popping out the sunroof. Red bottoms up on our shoes. Licking on shots like When we run through, yeah, yeah. Big enough for me to call you papa. Popping like I'm overrated, Baka. Take the head like medulla oblongata. Ha, Gucci like I'm made in Florence. More tequila, I'ma need a driver. Yeah, big talker, gave me all this Prada. Every diamond on me, yeah, I bought it. Mm, say it twice so I know you want It. Midnight, come get right. On this side. Freak, freak, like my name Giannis. You gon' know about it when we come through. Bad bitches coming in twos. Ain't nobody telling what we gon' do. When we run through, yeah, yeah. Diamonds on us popping out the sunroof. Red bottoms up on our shoes. Licking on shots like When we run through, yeah, yeah. I'ma walk through, yeah. Crib with a house and pool, yeah. Let her walk through. Bet it all, then that you'll lose. I like how you move. She a ten and Her skin so smooth. Exit to the Benz and it only fit two. See it through the lens, everything brand new. Oh. You gon' know about it when we come Through. Come through. Bad bitches coming in twos. Ain't nobody telling what we gon' do. When we run through, yeah, yeah. Diamonds on us popping the sunroof. Red bottoms up on our shoes. Up Licking on shots like When we run through, yeah, yeah. Blame it on the city how I'm balling. Bl-blame it on the city how I'm balling. Blame it on the city how I'm balling. I-I-I'ma run through, yeah, yeah. Blame it on the city how I'm balling. Bl-blame it on the city how I'm balling. Blame it on the city how I'm balling. When we run through, yeah, yeah.