[Intro: Rich Homie Quan]
Talkin' big money, boy it come in thousands
Trap house bunkin', J's runnin' out it (C4)
Rich Homie baby! (DJ Drama!)
Cannon

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
Talkin' big money, boy it come in thousands
Trap house bunkin', Js runnin' out it
Twelve saw me comin', double back for me
I supply my neighbor cul-de-sac money
(Whatchu talm bout Quan?) Cul-de-sac money
Make so much that twelve double back for me
All I stack are dead men, run it back for me
Like a daddy, cul-de-sac money

[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan]
Money comin' faster, bitches gettin' thicker
Watchin' over my back cause niggas get quicker
Got some bubblegum and hard dick for his sister
Cause food stamps is all she get from the system
She like fuck them niggas but they can't do this shit for her
What your issue? You make nathan off this comma
Blazin' off this ganja while standin' in this circle
Slangin' to your momma, while Stefan geeked on Urkel
And that cul-de-sac still fool me
That cul-de-sac never sleep
In that cul-de-sac we movin'
Ain't nothin' get past me
And I stop cross, call it short stop
You talk small, call it short guap
I eat beef like a pork chop
What you talkin' bout nigga? Cul-de-sac
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