(Ron-Ron go run it up-run it up)

UhMister big bad Wolf

Go and blow that shit

If you got it, then you got it

Gotta show that shit

Tell me touch it with the money

How to throw that shit

Throw that shit, throw that shit

Throw that sh-

Mister big bad Wolf, go and blow that shit

If you got it, then you got it

Gotta show that shit

Tell me touch it with the money, how to throw that shit

If that′s yo' lil′ baby, gotta mow the bitch, ay

Big cuts of that juice, nigga pour that shit

Big blunts in the wood, on police shit

If it ain't hundred bands, you ain't showing shit

I just flipped hundred grams, all I know is this (ay)

Got the choppa before the oppas, they go blocka-blocka

Hollow tips shit, turn you into a pop-locker

Me and OhGeesy link, it′s a head knocker

Everybody eat, It′s a Benihana

I call the goonies, I don't point heaters

Pointers on my neck, I don′t point fingers

Niggas paying eight hundred for some sneakers

I'm paying eight hundred for the scope with the nina

Still sippin′ drank, R.I.P that nigga yams

YG four hundred I just flipped a hundred grams

Baby mama, she be trippin' ′cause they wanna fuck her mans

At the show, I'll be showing out so nigga watch your hands

In the club turnt up in a VIP session

Ain't no glicks in the whip, boy they in my presence

And the bitch hair like some Herbal Essences

I don′t argue with a bitch, I give her verbal lessons

Mister big bad Wolf, go and blow that shit

If you got it, then you got it

Gotta show that shit

Tell me touch it with the money, how to throw that shit

If that′s yo' lil′ baby, gotta mow the bitch, ay

Big cuts of that juice, nigga pour that shit

Big blunts in the wood, on police shit

If it ain't hundred bands, you ain′t showing shit

I just flipped hundred grams, all I know is this

I like my Glock nine like my fucking Llama (bow)

All these bitches they be jealous of my kid mama (yeah)

All she do is cook, clean and she count commas (hey)

Mercedes Benz, she won't ride in your fucking Honda (skrrt)

I don′t got a back-wood, I'm finna roll a Grabba (ay)

Four hundred degrees like a fucking sauna

I don't got a back-wood, I′m finna roll a Grabba

Four hundred degrees like a fucking sauna

Rich nigga, boy you know I got rich habits

Silly bitch, do tricks like a lil′ rabbit

304s on go, they be real savage

Fuck a nigga like me, get that real cabbage

Mister big bad Wolf, go and blow that shit

If you got it, then you got it

Gotta show that shit

Tell me touch it with the money, how to throw that shit

If that's yo′ lil' baby, gotta mow the bitch, ay

Big cuts of that juice, nigga pour that shit

Big blunts in the wood, on police shit

If it ain′t hundred bands, you ain't showing shit

I just flipped hundred grams, all I know is this

Mister big bad Wolf, go and blow that shit

If you got it, then you got it

Gotta show that shit

Tell me touch it with the money, how to throw that shit

If that′s yo' lil' baby, gotta mow the bitch, ay

Big cuts of that juice, nigga pour that shit

Big blunts in the wood, on police shit

If it ain′t hundred bands, you ain′t showing shit

I just flipped hundred grams, all I know is this

Mister big bad Wolf, go and blow that shit

If you got it, then you got it

Gotta show that shit

Tell me touch it with the money

How to throw that shit

Throw that shit, throw that shit

Throw that sh-