Maxo Kream – “Big Persona” (ft. Tyler, The Creator) [Audio, Lyrics, Video]

Maxo Kream premieres the visual for a Tyler, The Creator-featured and produced song, “Big Persona”. Stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Maxo Kream Big Persona

Maxo Kream – Big Persona (ft. Tyler, The Creator) (prod. Tyler, The Creator)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
That’s that big shit
And we all gettin’ money
We will all get money
Fuck these niggas talkin’ ’bout?

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Fuck these niggas talkin’ ’bout?
Million for the summer house
Love it when the sun be out
‘Cause we be out
Ridin’ around in that thing with the center roof
And the inside is orange like a cantaloupe
Got a Grammy and not just the interlude
Y’all niggas lucky I ain’t snatch the other two
Got the lemon that sit on the ear ring
And that bitch glimmering like bling
Dance on the moon, it be like sing, nigga
So far, so far, so far, so far
Damn, bro, that neck on Lamb mode
The boots in blue, the yellow hue
That shit like rainbow, big shit

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
Big money, big cars, big jewels
Big yard, big niggas, big talk
Fuck these niggas talkin’ ’bout?
Big dreaming, big business, big riskin’
Big winning, big living, big shit
It’s whatever, nigga, uh
Big money, big cars, big jewels (Big shit, big shit, big shit)
Big yard, big niggas, big talk (Big shit, big shit, big shit)
Fuck these niggas talkin’ ’bout? (Big shit, big shit, big shit)
Big dreaming, big business, big risk (Big shit, big shit, big shit)
Big winning, big living, big shit (Big shit, big shit, big shit)
It’s whatever, nigga (Big shit, big shit, big shit)

[Verse 2: Maxo Kream]
Maxo Biggie Poppa, who you know that do it better?
I’m the trap Barack Obama, Betty Crocker, used to pedal
Straight mixin’ drugs but he love Nutty Professor with Griselda
Pockets kill, man, it keep poppin’
I make more money than professors
Bitch, I’m gettin’ cake
Eight figure nigga, no more section 8
Moved momma out the hood
We ain’t good, bitch, we doin’ great
Big ass mansion, new estate
Friendly neighbors, pearly gates
Sippin’ Arnold Palmers with my momma chillin’ by the lake
Broke ass niggas love to hate
Can’t pay his rent, he always late
I left the hood, they called me fake
Ain’t shit realer than real estate
All that flexin’, cappin’, that’s below my tax bracket
Before I buy a bitch a Birkin bag
I spend a bag on assets, big splashin’

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
Big money, big cars, big jewels
Big yard, big niggas, big talk
Fuck these niggas talkin’ ’bout?
Big dreaming, big business, bitch riskin’
Big winning, big living, big shit
It’s whatever, nigga, uh
Big money, big cars, big jewels (Big shit, big shit, big shit)
Big yard, big niggas, big talk (Big shit, big shit, big shit)
Fuck these niggas talkin’ ’bout? (Big shit, big shit, big shit)
Big dreaming, big business, big risk (Big shit, big shit, big shit)
Big winning, big living, big shit (Big shit, big shit, big shit)
It’s whatever, nigga, uh (Big shit, big shit, big shit)