[Intro: Lil Durk]
Everything big dawg status, you hear me?
From the jewelry to the cars to the clothes to everything that we touch, you know?
Luxury living, flexing on 'em, you know
[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Presidential everything, big dawg status, yeah
Obama when I go places, big dawg status, yeah
And we shut the stores down, big dawg status, yeah
Make the drugs go down, big dawg status, yeah
Got the baddest bitches with me, big dawg status, yeah
Clearport jet shit, big dawg status, yeah
Twenty rings, twenty chains, big dawg status, yeah
Big dawg status, yeah, big dawg status, yeah
[Verse 1: FMB DZ]
Ayy, pull up in the coupe, two door
Keep my dawg with me, Kujo
Gettin' fast money, all blow
Turn two hundred thousand to four
Got my mans together, he on go
Put your hands on me, he gon' blow
Phil the realest nigga I know
Got five hundred thousand in golds
Pull up on a nigga in the Scat'
We gon' put a hole in his hat
Hit a nigga bitch from the back
I can tell you all about her naps
Empire keep contracts
Next year, I'm flyin' jets
Eat Pappadeaux's, no 'jects
Got a whole brick in the Lex'
Keep havin' unprotected sex
Got the bitch bustin' like a TEC
I be ridin' around with the hammer
I'll catch a body in Atlanta
I just got cool with the scammers
Big ass crib with the cameras
I be out in Cali in the manors
Young rich nigga with no manners
Everything big dawg status, you hear me?
From the jewelry to the cars to the clothes to everything that we touch, you know?
Luxury living, flexing on 'em, you know
[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Presidential everything, big dawg status, yeah
Obama when I go places, big dawg status, yeah
And we shut the stores down, big dawg status, yeah
Make the drugs go down, big dawg status, yeah
Got the baddest bitches with me, big dawg status, yeah
Clearport jet shit, big dawg status, yeah
Twenty rings, twenty chains, big dawg status, yeah
Big dawg status, yeah, big dawg status, yeah
[Verse 1: FMB DZ]
Ayy, pull up in the coupe, two door
Keep my dawg with me, Kujo
Gettin' fast money, all blow
Turn two hundred thousand to four
Got my mans together, he on go
Put your hands on me, he gon' blow
Phil the realest nigga I know
Got five hundred thousand in golds
Pull up on a nigga in the Scat'
We gon' put a hole in his hat
Hit a nigga bitch from the back
I can tell you all about her naps
Empire keep contracts
Next year, I'm flyin' jets
Eat Pappadeaux's, no 'jects
Got a whole brick in the Lex'
Keep havin' unprotected sex
Got the bitch bustin' like a TEC
I be ridin' around with the hammer
I'll catch a body in Atlanta
I just got cool with the scammers
Big ass crib with the cameras
I be out in Cali in the manors
Young rich nigga with no manners
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