DJ Khaled Ft Rick Ross & Jeezy – Big Boy Talk Lyrics

Jeezy and Ricky Rozay combine for a heavy-hitting track produced by Cool & Dre, appearing as the 10th song on Father of Asahd

Big Boy Talk Lyrics by DJ Khaled Ft Rick Ross & Jeezy

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
We The Best Music
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DJ Khaled

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Still playing with them M’s (M’s), thinking like a felon (Felon)
Hope Shakir Stewart see me balling down from heaven
All I know is that these rap niggas dry snitching and telling
That work don’t even come like that, fuck is you selling? (Huh?)
I gave you niggas a whole lane, a whole lane (Lane)
That’s better than me fronting a nigga the whole thang (Thang)
And where I’m from, they know I’m the truth, just being honest (Yeah)
You niggas better pay all your taxes and plus some homage (Ayy)
I’m in a white chinchilla (‘Chilla), eighteen wheeler (Let’s go)
Five hundred in the back, nigga, ain’t no body iller (Haha)
Do it for the streets and the slums from which I came (Came)
Got the same wounds, same scars, they feel my pain (Yeah)
Love this money making like Mitch, can’t leave the game (Can’t)
The only thing that get us excited, money and ‘caine (Woo)
I don’t know about the rest, just a legend in the flesh (Let’s go)
And when it comes to here, I’m the motherfucking best
I could work four pots at a time, bitch, I’m a robot (Yeah)
The only thing keep crossing my mind, I hope the door lock (Damn)
Fuck niggas hatin’, they fake, they can’t relate (Nah)
Twenty seasons straight, no stain, let’s call it fate (Haha)
Jackboys run in your shit, you give, they take (Yeah)
If you leave with your grind and your life, you’re good, you’re great (Ayy)
Paint a picture so vivid, it should be in a museum (‘Seum)
Probably why my new house looking like a colosseum (Damn)
I’m borderline brilliant, other half ignorant
That mean I kill a pussy nigga, get away with it (Brrt)
Last time I got an order, nigga, gotta slay with it, Snow
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
It’s the biggest, haha (Maybach Music)
All black hoodie just like I’m Trayvon (Uh)
I’ma rep my lil’ homies until my days gone (Run down)
I’ma bond out my whoadies just like I pray for ’em (Pray for ’em)
I’ma take care of they lawyers until the case gone (M-M-M)
Half of these niggas singing like Trey Songz
Half of my kilos insured by State Farm
Niggas doing hits for free, don’t even pay for ’em
Twisting up expensive weed, wait in LA for it (Woo)
Do it for dollars, not for the decimals (Uh)
You niggas headline the Fyre Festivals (Hah)
Your go-to jeweler is unethical (Hahaha)
The shit you smoking is smelling skeptical (Huh)
Much richer then I last was (Woo)
You could tell by the laugh, cuz (Hahaha)
Double M the money machine (Maybach Music)
You rock with boss, no one in between, uh