Mayweather Big Quis (Ft. Payroll Giovanni)

[Verse 1: Big Quis]
All this ice give these bitches chills
My Balmains filled with 100 dollar bills
I'm balling on these niggas like Bradley Beal
Ain't nobody fucking with me, Imma keep it real
I feel like [Butch Jones and them back] in the 80's
Presidential on the steering wheel of my Mercedes
I swear I gotta ball on a hater daily
I'm the king of shit talking, watch me go crazy
My diamonds water like Fiji
Hoes lose their mouth, when they see me
I got your bitch doing the Mimi
I'm on the yacht smoking seaweed
I miss my nigga Free Wee Wee
My jewelry pop out like 3d
Play this shit right back on repeat
I show my ass on the cd
I was going, I’m exhausted
Last niggas touched my ice, they got frosted
Big Quis, bow down to a boss, bitch
I feel like god put me on this earth to talk shit

[Chorus: Big Quis]
For a minute I been getting cheddar
Lying niggas don’t like me but they know better
I got a bunch of hoes and we all go together
I walk around this motherfucker like I’m Mayweather
Bitch I talk shit like I'm Mayweather
Dropped the top on the coupe when it’s may weather
Bitch I talk shit like I'm Mayweather
Dropped the top on the coupe when it’s may weather