[Lyric] Big Homie (Symba (USA))

[Intro]
Goddamn Caston
I told you it big dog once before
Now I'm taking you niggas' position
Yeah
What's that?

[Chorus: Symba]
Ain't no comparison, I can be arrogant
When you this good you don't worry 'bout narrative
Fuck your opinion, the fact is we winnin'
No wonder they all want to stop and stare at us
(Look at me)
Rings only, big trophy (Trophy), big bag
Brinks only (Ay), yeah Brinks only (Brrr)
I done got rich and turned into my big homie (Big homie, yeah), big homie
I done got rich and turned into my big homie, big homie
(I'm big homie now)
I done got rich and turned into my big homie, big homie
(I graduated)
I done got rich and turned into my big homie (Yeah), big homie
I done got rich, I done got rich
[Verse 1: Symba]
I done gone straight to the money
I'm at the Ritz (Ay put thе twenty's over therе, the hundreds...)
Top floor running up numbers
I made a list (I made a list)
I'm checkin' off everything off I wanted (I wanted)
Like a brand new Benz (Uh huh), and that Cartier shit for my momma (Yuh)
I'm pushing foriegns now, touring around
Feet up, smoking weed, border bound
Jump man, jump man, I'm Jordan now, still I move a quarter pound ([?])
My big homie used to shit on me
When I come through he get nervous now
I got 'em all feelin' some type of way
So I don't come through 'cause they lurkin' now (True)
Ballin' out, large amount, I'm buyin' pounds to get my dogs out
Free my niggas in the dog house
I'mma say that shit 'till they all out (They all out)
We gon' go and buy the mall out (Yeah)
I spent a stack on these Rick Owens (Yeah)
I'm not the one to be big bro-ing
(Yeaaa-)
I'm not the one to be big bro-ing
(-aaah)

[Chorus: Symba & 2 Chainz]
Ain't no comparison, I can be arrogant
When you this good you don't worry 'bout narrative (Yuh)
Fuck your opinion, the fact is we winnin'
No wonder they all want to stop and stare at us
(They all want to stop in and stare at us, look at me)
Rings only (Woo), big trophy (Big trophy), big bag
Brinks only, yeah Brinks only
I done got rich and turned into my big homie
(Big homie, hey), big homie
I done got rich and turned into my big homie, big homie
(I'm big homie now)
I done got rich and turned into my big homie
(yeah), big homie
I done got rich and turned into my big homie (please excuse my arrogance), big homie
I done got rich
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Big Toni, she spit on it
First trap I worked in sold nicks on 'em (Yeah)
I switched on 'em
I bought some pounds and rounds (Baow)
Look at the dressing (Yeah), been to a thousand islands (Yeah)
Niggas talk about murder so much, it don't even seem violent
I'm on three-way with the pilot (Hello)
How much the plane? I'mma buy it (Woo)
My neighborhood came with the sirens (Woo)
It'll turn you to a tyrant (Will)
My kidney should be violent (Violent)
I was on a lean diet (Diet)
Loud don't seem quiet (No)
If you ain't fought fame, buy it (Tell 'em)
Residue on my finger nails, adolescence
You either shoot a nigga or got to jail, that's a lesson
From the South side went to the East side, trapped out the Best Western
If you woke up this morning, that's a motherfucking blessing

[Chorus: Symba]
Ain't no comparison, I can be arrogant
When you this good you don't worry 'bout narrative
Fuck your opinion, the fact is we winnin'
No wonder they all want to stop and they stare at us
Rings only, big trophy, big bag
Brinks only, yeah Brinks only
I done got rich and turned into my big homie, big homie
(Big homie, big homie)
I done got rich and turned into my big homie, big homie
(Big homie, big homie)
I done got rich and turned into my big homie, big homie
(Big homie, big homie)
I done got rich and turned into my big homie, big homie
(Big homie, big homie)
I done got rich