Big Facts Video (MV)

Man it's like so many people done turned on me
And switched on me and just up and left a mo'f*cka you feel me?
And now all of a sudden they want to call now I'm doing good like come on man like

You ain't got to call my phone
You ain't got to check on me
Promise I'm not alone
Got that check on me
Knowing I don't f*ck with you
Please don't f*ck with me
Ain't no love for you
If you ain't show no love to me
Bitch I got racks on racks
S five fifty black on black
Bad bitch with me ass on fat
Live how I want no cap on that
New Louis belt big strap know that
Try me get clapped oh that on that
Runnin up bag flip stack get back
Hustle up fast big facts big facts

You ain't got to lie no more
You don't owe me that
You ain't got to call my phone
Pretend we close like that
I ain't even tripping on you
You ain't got to trip bout me
Pocket fulla Benny all blues
But they ain't singin BB King
Keep it one hundred
I don't owe 'em nothin'
Miss me wit the stuntin'
Oh oh oh oh
Ain't no love I'm showing
Trust me I ain't going
That bitch right here on me
Oh oh right now
So think fore you creep
I'll leave your brains in the street
Life trapped a pain up in me
I ain't been the same since Leek
Big money all on me
Everybody want to call on me
Louis V hanging off my jeans
Haters hate let 'em talk bout me
Yeah

You ain't got to call my phone
You ain't got to check on me
Promise I'm not alone
Got that check on me
Knowing I don't f*ck with you
Please don't f*ck with me
Ain't no love for you
If you ain't show no love to me
Bitch I got racks on racks
S five fifty black on black
Bad bitch with me ass on fat
Live how I want no cap on that
New Louis belt big strap know that
Try me get clapped oh that on that
Runnin up bag flip stack get back
Hustle up fast big facts big facts

Big forty on my lap with the dick out
Shawty want to feel important whip the dick out
Trying to cool wit the gang tell her get down
Get down on it big smile
Bitch I'm east side bousey when I speak now
Have a bitch tripping on me like feet out
If I hang up promise she gonna redial
Trying to gang up she all for the three now
I'ma knock both 'em off oh skeet skeet skeet
Trapper from the block excuse me beep beep
Really got connects phone ring ring ring
Runnin up check like ching ching ching
Water on wave up bling bling bling
Laughing at the haters hee hee hee
Bitch I got paper all blue cheese
Balling like the lakers too too deep
Still got the curry on me
Gen five one in head
You ain't got to worry bout me
Bitch I'm more than blessed
You ain't got to call my phone
You ain't got to shoot no text
Doing just fine on my own
Got 'em too upset
Yeah

You ain't got to call my phone
You ain't got to check on me
Promise I'm not alone
Got that check on me
Knowing I don't f*ck with you
Please don't f*ck with me
Ain't no love for you
If you ain't show no love to me
Bitch I got racks on racks
S five fifty black on black
Bad bitch with me ass on fat
Live how I want no cap on that
New Louis belt big strap know that
Try me get clapped oh that on that
Runnin up bag flip stack get back
Hustle up fast big facts big facts

Big facts
Yeah
Movin' be movin'