Big homie lyrics

Don't be afraid to get it all man
You may learn some sh*t...
You may know some sh*t...
You may see some sh*t... haha
b*tch showed me how its old
I had to tell her
You could go to any hood, bet they know me
Rose gold pinky ring; master Rollie
Boy, you'se a little n*gga; Gary Coleman
I be calling all the shots, big homie
Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie
Boy, you'se a little n*gga; Gary Coleman
I be calling all the shots, big homie
I'm winning for the new b*tch, she was stunting
That pus*y got a paper tag and it's a hundred
My bellman call me Sir Combs, I'm Richard Drummond
My Rolls Royce sprayed cologne, the fragrance money
It's Bad Boys Records, b*tch, you know I run it
Ciroc Amaretto coming, them b*tches love it
I show up with my jewelry on and never doubt it
You show up with your jewelry on and leave without it
I could go to any hood, bet they know me
Rose gold pinky ring, master Rollie
Boy, you'se a little n*gga, Gary Coleman
I be calling all the shots, big homie
Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie
Boy, you'se a little n*gga, Gary Coleman
I be calling all the shots, big homie, big homie
Diddy go to any hood, big Rollie
Top down on any block, n*ggas know me
The only one that's topping Forbes, I'm getting lonely
See us out here racing yachts like "f*ck the police"
Bugatti swerving lane to lane, we getting money
Once promoter say my name, fly b*tches coming
These ratchet b*tches love a n*gga so cough your chick in
More 80's than the 80's, n*gga, I'm money mention
I'm money mention
You could go to any hood, bet they know me
Rose gold pinky ring, master Rollie
Boy, you'se a little n*gga, Gary Coleman
I be calling all the shots, big homie
Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie
Boy, you'se a little n*gga, Gary Coleman
I be calling all the shots, big homie, big homie
My b*tches get the Christians, n*gga, and Giuseppe
My b*tches get the Berkin, n*gga, they hold the weapons
My b*tches get the Range Rovers, that's for affection
My b*tches get the realest n*gga, she's my reflection
I make my b*tches traffic dope, that's my profession
She swallow dope and looking pregnant, time for c-section
Thank God your pockets where I'm from, here block, they bless us
50 mill a meter drum, go get them stretchers
Get them stretchers

You could go to any hood, bet they know me
Rose gold pinky ring, master Rollie
Boy, you'se a little n*gga, Gary Coleman
I be calling all the shots, big homie
Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie
Boy, you'se a little n*gga, Gary Coleman
I be calling all the shots, big homie, big homie

I be calling all the shots, big homie, big homie (Ha!)