8 carat solitaire

That’s ballin like a golden bear

Her first piece of Tiffany was an epiphany

Platinum tings and FL Bling

That’s what makes her sing

Growing up Jimmy Choo is all she knew

Now that she’s 22 her closet is her fanciest room

Material Girl

Satin on the pillowcase and leather on her face

Silk on the Milkbags is how she pops her tags

Y’all can’t front her back end

Princess cut in the cutlass

It’s anyone’s guess which low rider is better at shaking the ass

So holla back if you got them hundreds

Shout Shitzu if you got bonds and stocks

Ratchet for those rims

Ready for them rocks

Girl shake that ass

Make them tiddies flop

This is Big Bougie baby

We taking vacations from our vacations

By rhyming on radio stations

Bringing the noise to Anthrax suppliers

And Public Enemies who enter office

We taking over like we in Vegas

Odd that some of you put me on discount while I’m Terminating to the Maxx

I just close my eyes and ears keep doing Big Bougie Tings

Girls like jokes like they like their coke

Ending in a head rush

Girls like jewelry like they like their surroundings clean and costing plenty green

Girls like their weed like they like their jewelry box

Full of crystals and completely mystical

Hoes be sitting on a butt plug talking they got their butt done

Poppin that pussy like a balloon fetish gets her fresh

Waterford crystal holds that peaceful drink that makes the ladies think ouuuuuuu I wanna be with him

In this world it’s sink or swim

Guess that’s why I call those tits titanic

My rhymes are Colder than icebergs

I’m like McDonalds y’all just got served

You can try to swerve

You can try to curb

I’ll just pass that grass and stomp on the gas

Steal yo chick and give her whiplash in the Lyft

Don’t believe the hype if you can’t come to my height and ashbury

Yeah that’s teddy bears

L$D makes her wanna drop to her knees

Now that’s a one lb gold bar

Doctor Freeze

Big and Bougie

Got that apple bottom booty

In them pink sweatpants

Girl you’re all I need in this world

So sing the chorus with me now

Why can’t we be lesbians

Why can’t we be lesbians

Why can’t we be lesbians

Why can’t we be lesbians

The Marquee is my Business

Holla Back if ya hear me

Can I get a witness?

If I can get on up-a

Top the world right now

Then I can on up-a

Top of you

Like 11AM

And the rest of the rhymes to you

So Speak to the Mic bout dem tings