Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcus J Gray
Songwriter
Lyrics
16 ounce, big bottle
Brand new pack, it's a big order
I'm clutch, I don't need no fifth quarter
Sippin' on dirty like Flint water
Bro put a switch on a SIG Sauer
That re-up like a reward
That whip had to re-route it
Pull up in that big body
There's nothin' you can do about it
My bih pushin' big body, new Audi
I'm in that mode, I can't get out it
I was at the ATM, tryna see how much I can get out it
Bro in the trap, he got six watches
I can fit two to three phones in my big pocket
I can go three for three, nigga, let's bet on it
Nigga, let's bank on it, I'll put my bank on it
I can bring water to the beach and put sand on it
I'll turn a gold if I put my
I can turn a gold if I really put my hand on it
I ain't even plan on it, I ain't even playin' with them
I can't even stand niggas, can't put out my hand with em
I was tryna bump these niggas music, but I can't listen
Money counter runnin' through the bands with it
And I'm goin' way, way up, can't land with it
I been runnin' through CC's, I don't know Chanel
Brand new package and it came out the mail
Got me some P's and I got me a scale
Got no degree, I'm just makin' em' sales
I ran it up solo
Free up my bro out of Bordeaux
I can pour up with my eyes closed
Sixteen ounce of that dodo
16oz, big bottle
Brand new pack, it's a big order
I'm clutch, I don't need no fifth quarter
Sippin' on dirty like Flint water
Bro put a switch on a SIG Sauer
That re-up like a reward
That whip had to re-route it
Pull up in that big body
Writer(s): Marcus Gray
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