Money Man – Big Money (Audio, Lyrics)

Money Man is here with the new “Big Money” track produced by King Osama & Lala the DJ. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the song.

Money Man Big Money

Money Man is definitely an artist who lives up to his own name. Over the last couple of years, he has been crafting albums and songs around Cryptocurrency and Bitcoin. He has been very into Web3 as of late and there is no doubt that he is all about getting his money up and being about his business. While Crypto might not be a theme on this latest track, he certainly keeps the currency theme alive as the song is called “Big Money.”

As you can hear below, this track comes with some gorgeous piano and violin samples, all while the 808s are heavy and crisp. In terms of lyrics, Money Man has an impeccable flow as he raps about getting money and taking care of business as efficiently as possible. It’s another dope addition to his catalog and we’re sure fans will agree.

Money Man – Big Money (prod. King Osama & Lala the DJ)

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Lala On The Beat)
(Damn Osama, you global now)

[Chorus]
Yeah, I’m big Money, I pull up and pop out your OG
Fucking with them killers, they’ll hop and step on you for free
Told her quit all of that playing, baby, why you teasing me?
All my blicks got switches on ’em so they empty easily
Went and got my weight up, niggas think I’m taking creatine
Designer jugging, I just served a nigga in Amiri jeans
Yeah, them shoes was Fear of God but I swear ain’t no fear in me
If I go today, my girl and kid gon’ shed some tears for me
My niggas ain’t ever did no hair but they might come and split your wig
My pops had told me anything you do, make sure you do it big
So I went and got them zaza bags and put ’em on the rig
We got pops and we got Dracs and we got glizzies and some SIGs

[Verse]
If my partner die today, I told him it’s nothing, I got your children
Couple niggas I came up with turned opp, they better keep they distance
Don’t talk about that shit online, go get a fire and handle your business
It don’t matter if you just shot him, he ain’t dead then y’all finished
In my condo doing pushups, going crazy with calisthenics
If it’s smoke, I pull up right to his crib and I address it
I’m in the club, I got this baby rocket right inside my jacket
You’ll get stomped out in these Dior boots, we beat your ass in fashion
Told my wifey I’m not normal, don’t you treat me like your ex
Nigga call me for a ten piece, told him, “Hold on, give me a second”
If I drop this pack on you, you better pay me quick
[?] it cost a fit
Can’t talk right now, that lo’ came in, I’m kinda busy
Like my vibe with [?]
Say you real, I know you cap, so you a walking contradiction
I got Ms, I had ambition
Cougar riding with me, she think good like she [?]
Got that [?] when I pull up inside the trenches

[Chorus]
Yeah, I’m big Money, I pull up and pop out your OG
Fucking with them killers, they’ll hop and step on you for free
Told her quit all of that playing, baby, why you teasing me?
All my blicks got switches on ’em so they empty easily
Went and got my weight up, niggas think I’m taking creatine
Designer jugging, I just served a nigga in Amiri jeans
Yeah, them shoes was Fear of God but I swear ain’t no fear in me
If I go today, my girl and kid gon’ shed some tears for me
My niggas ain’t ever did no hair but they might come and split your wig
My pops had told me anything you do, make sure you do it big
So I went and got them zaza bags and put ’em on the rig
We got pops and we got Dracs and we got glizzies and some SIGs

[Outro]
Yeah, I’m big Money
Yeah, I’m big Money
Yeah, I’m big Money
Yeah, I’m big Money