B.M.F. (Blowin’ Money Fast) lyrics

by

Jadakiss


[Produced by Lex Luger]

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Ugh
Ugh
We blowing money fast on this side, n*gga
Catch up, n*gga

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I think I'm Big Meech (Ugh), Larry Hoover
Whippin' work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real n*ggas gettin' money from the f*ckin' start
I think I'm Big Meech (Woo), Larry Hoover (Woo)
Gettin' work, hallelujah
One nation, under God
Real n*ggas gettin' money from the f*ckin' start

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
My Rolls Royce triple-black, I'm Geechee, ho
Ballin' in the club, bottles like I'm Meechie, ho
Rozay—that's my nickname
Cocaine runnin' in my big veins
Self-made, you just affiliated
I build it ground-up, you bought it renovated
Talkin' plenty capers, nothing's been authenticated
Funny, you claimin' the same b*tch that I'm penetrating
Hold the bottles up, where my comrades?
Where the f*ckin' felons? Where my dogs at?
(Ugh!) I got that Archie Bunker
And it's so white, I just might charge you double
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I think I'm Big Meech (Ugh), Larry Hoover
Whippin' work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real n*ggas gettin' money from the f*ckin' start
I think I'm Big Meech (Woo), Larry Hoover (Woo)
Gettin' work, hallelujah
One nation, under God
Real n*ggas gettin' money from the f*ckin' start

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
These motherf*ckers mad that I'm icy! (Boss)
Stunt so hard, make them come indict me (Ugh)
I think I'm Big Meech, look at my timepiece
It's an Audem-eer, hundred racks, at least
Look at yourself, now look at me (Me!)
You can't see a n*gga, I'm what you used to be (Ha)
Look at it this way (Yeah), you n*ggas sideways (Sideways)
Always gettin' money, my n*gga, crime pays (Crime pays)
So f*ck a n*gga (f*ck a n*gga), I'm self-made (Self-made)
You a sucker n*gga (Sucker n*gga), I'm self-paid (Self-paid)
This for my broke n*ggas (Broke n*ggas), this for my rich n*ggas (Rich n*ggas)
Got a hundred on the head of a snitch n*gga (Ugh)

[Chorus: Rick Ross & Styles P]
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whippin' work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real n*ggas gettin' money from the f*ckin' start
I think I'm Big Meech (Woo), Larry Hoover (Ross, what up?)
Gettin' work, hallelujah (S.P. the Ghost)
One nation, under God (Y'all n*ggas know what it is)
Real n*ggas gettin' money from the f*ckin' start (Let's get it, my n*gga, yeah)
[Verse 3: Styles P]
Them thirty-six holes leave you bleedin', family (Bleedin')
Word to them thirty-six O's in a kilogram (Ha)
Blunt tip orange like caviar
Wildin' out, fishtailin', Subaru, rally car (Fishtailin')
Out the passenger, lettin' the automatic off (Let it off)
A eighth of that girl'll knock your mommy and your daddy off (You know that!)
f*ck around and knock the emblem on the Caddy off (f*ck around)
Four shooters buggin' out, blickin' at your Caddy doors (Blick-outs)
And did I mention: guns from Red Dead Redemption? (Did I?)
Nine-mils, fifty-clip extensions (A long clip)
Coke is like a mattress in the hood: I'm flippin' on it (I'm flippin')
And the money's like a chair: I'm sittin' on it (Keep quiet, n*gga)

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I think I'm Big Meech (Ugh), Larry Hoover
Whippin' work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real n*ggas gettin' money from the f*ckin' start
I think I'm Big Meech (Woo), Larry Hoover (Woo)
Gettin' work, hallelujah
One nation, under God
Real n*ggas gettin' money from the f*ckin' start

[Outro]
(Maybach Music)
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