Taste lyrics

[Intro]
(Diego)

[Chorus: R3 Da Chilliman]
I'm Big Money 3, so I'm with big booty b*tches
I'm floatin' off a 10, he keep fives, I got switches
Beatin' it from the front, my chain smack her in the face
Five hundred for an ounce, broke n*gga wish you knew how this taste
Every time my b*tch pick up my chain, she playin' in snow, n*gga
Your b*tch mad 'cause you broke, go get some dope, go hit the road, n*gga
If you want some smoke, just say, "Hike," and we gon' blitz somethin'
Baby want a body, she a hottie, I might trick on her

[Verse 1: R3 Da Chilliman]
Million-dollar n*gga, that's with and without the chain on
b*tch know I'm a baller, shot caller, got all my rings on
Floatin' off Wock' and RPs, you don't do that
b*tch, your n*gga broke with fake diamonds, but you knew that
I go Dior crazy, but I'm only rockin' the B30s
Drop a n*gga, this gun a souvenir, this Glock 30
With this Cartier, I'm gettin' real money, I know you see it
Her ass fat, the doctor did his thing, I can't believe it (Ooh-wee)
n*ggas know that I'm the youngest rich n*gga 'round my way
And they know I'm still in the street purchasing K's
Junkie, junkie, walk around my house like, "Where my lean at?"
Heard them n*ggas said they want war, but they don't mean that
I know your last n*gga was playin', but, baby, I got choppers
Hittin' it on the balcony out the country like f*ck who watches
n*ggas can't do sh*t but hate, 'cause, b*tch, you know the gang on
Baby get whatever, 'cause, b*tch, you know my pape' long
[Chorus: R3 Da Chilliman & KARRAHBOOO]
I'm Big Money 3, so I'm with big booty b*tches
I'm floatin' off a 10, he keep fives, I got switches
Beatin' it from the front, my chain smack her in the face
Five hundred for an ounce, broke n*gga wish you knew how this taste
Every time my b*tch pick up my chain, she playin' in snow, n*gga
Your b*tch mad 'cause you broke, go get some dope, go hit the road, n*gga
If you want some smoke, just say, "Hike," and we gon' blitz somethin'
Baby want a body, she a hottie, I might trick on her (KB)

[Verse 2: KARRAHBOOO]
Try to step to Booo and I'm gon' bust you in your lip (Booo, Booo)
Cappin' to the shrink and makin' sure she fill my script (Frrt, frrt)
b*tches on my page, they tryna study my lil' drip
I got n*ggas beggin' me to front 'em a lil' zip (Yeah, yeah)
I got n*ggas beggin' me if they can get some pus*y (Okay)
I got people payin' 15K so they can book me (Us)
I got b*tches duckin' me, they runnin' from the ones (Damn)
I got crackers wirin' me that's tryna get the buns (Crete)
b*tches watch my page, but they don't never watch they sons (Go, go, go)
I got Metro Boomin in my purse and in my lungs (Okay)
Veeze inside the booth, punch in a sermon, sound like tongues (Damn, damn)
I'm inside the booth, I'm with the mob, totin' my gun (Us)

[Chorus: R3 Da Chilliman]
I'm Big Money 3, so I'm with big booty b*tches (Swear to God)
I'm floatin' off a 10, he keep fives, I got switches
Beatin' it from the front, my chain smack her in the face
Five hundred for an ounce, broke n*gga wish you knew how this taste
Every time my b*tch pick up my chain, she playin' in snow, n*gga
Your b*tch mad 'cause you broke, go get some dope, go hit the road, n*gga
If you want some smoke, just say, "Hike," and we gon' blitz somethin'
Baby want a body, she a hottie, I might trick on her
[Outro]
(Diego)