BIG DEAL Songtext
von BIA

Aziz, Aziz, Aziz
Uh, uh, uh
Hey, I′m really Rich
BIA, BIA

I'm the nastiest bitch I know (uh)
And I do a magic trick with my throat (uh)
I′m Mariah Carey, hoe, I hit the high notes (yeah)
He gon' wanna marry me with eyes closed
Fuck it, baby, I'm a big deal
I ain′t crying if the milk spilled, crack seals
You gon′ bust me down if the shit real
Blue hundreds, pink fifties, I like blue bills (cash)
Fuck me in the 'Vette, baby, I need new thrills (uh)
Money ain′t a thing and I'm like, "Bitch, hardly"
I′ma do that nigga like I'm Lori Harvey

Two wrists, AP
Maybe that′s the reason why they hate me (uh)
Top-tier pussy, where he rank me
When I fuck that nigga, I make him thank me, Lord (thanks)


You wanna rock my body
Get me wet on the jet, let me ride shawty
Give me Birkins and baguettes, I be so naughty
Boy, this pussy be the best, and you know that's something to kiss
Don't talk to me, just pucker your lips
We get lit, we get drunk off the Kriss and the rolls
And my bitches keep asking about what we did, boy, we won′t say

Arching up my back and I was fucking you up
Treat it like a straw the way I′m sucking you up
Man, this pussy yours, you can put it on a leash
Take this pussy for a walk, yeah, yeah

I like big spenders for certain (frrt, cash)
Been a lot of things, not a regular person (not a regular person)
I'm a star, they pulling back the curtain (sheesh)
He thought he replaced me, but it wasn′t working
I be leaving bitches feelings hurting
I'ma give ′em reasons to be lurking
Rapping but it sound like it's a sermon
Freaky but it feel like I′m a virgin, uh
Fuck me on the West, now I'm like, "What's happening?"
He just want a rich bitch, Kim Kardashian

Two wrists, AP
Maybe that′s the reason why they hate me (uh)
Top-tier pussy, where he rank me
When I fuck that nigga, I make him thank me, Lord (thanks)


You wanna rock my body
Get me wet on the jet, let me ride shawty
Give me Birkins and baguettes, I be so naughty
Boy, this pussy be the best, and you know that′s something to kiss
Don't talk to me, just pucker your lips
We get lit, we get drunk off the Kriss and the rolls
And my bitches keep askin′ about what we did, boy, we won't say

Arching up my back and I was fucking you up
Treat it like a straw the way I′m sucking you up
Man, this pussy yours, you can put it on a leash
Take this pussy for a walk, yeah, yeah

I like big spenders for certain