Big Money
Don Cannon Ft. Rich Homie Quan & ASAP Ferg Lyrics

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Big Money
Don Cannon
Talkin' big money, boy it come in thousands
Trap house bunkin', Jay runnin' out it
Rich Homie baby!

Big money, boy it come in thousands
Trap house bunkin', Jay runnin' out it

Twelve saw me comin', couple bats for me
I supply my neighbor, cul-de-sac money
(Whatchu talkn 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 dead end, cul-de-sac money.

Cul-de-sac money, I got nosey neighbors
A couple packs comin', I'm at the store waitin'
Kill the fat onion, got some more paper
I keep the strap gunnin', I'm makin' dope wages
Your folks hatin', I got more paper
Your clothes basic, you see my ho tailored
All that makeup make your ho look made up
Cul-de-sac shoe strings got the hood laced up
I'm at the corner shootin' like a Pacer
"Reggie Miller I shoot a nigga face up"
And I like getting head cause I'm aimin' waist up
And if you owe me, better pay up

Big money, boy it come in thousands
Trap house bunkin', Jay runnin' out it
Twelve saw me comin', couple bats for me
I supply my neighbor, cul-de-sac money
(Whatchu talkn 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 dead end, cul-de-sac money.

I'm gettin' all this paper, A$AP money
And I'm fuckin' all these bitches, I can't get ‘em off me
And I call my dollars Precious cause my pockets chubby
They was callin me ugly, now all of these bitches they wanna just fuck me
All of my niggas they hustlin' and killin the game, this shit is a shame
I don't mind niggas from Harlem, I did it, and you can do the same
I took money from out the hood he good now he dont have to gangbang
All of my niggas who figured they're bigger but left
Are left feeling the pain (No Love)
He was a rider, ridin' in that Porsche
I'm the Messiah, I'll be the young Trap Lord
Sippin' on the Henney, tryna get a penny, wigglin' a dime, nigga I take off
Pretty Flacko did well, now watch how Ferg go off, oh Lord

Big money, boy it come in thousands
Trap house bunkin', Jay runnin' out it
Twelve saw me comin', couple bats for me
I supply my neighbor, cul-de-sac money
(Whatchu talkn 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 dead end, cul-de-sac money.

Overall Meaning

The song Big Money by Don Cannon featuring Rich Homie Quan & A$AP Ferg speaks about the lucrative lifestyle that comes with having a substantial amount of cash. The lyrics are explicit in detailing the source of the artists’ wealth, which is from drug dealing. The term “trap house bunkin'” is used to imply that their drug operation is going well with profits coming in. The artists talk about having large amounts of money, and they have so much that even the police chase them when they try to leave the scene.

Cul-de-sac money refers to the amount of money that comes from selling drugs to those who live at the end of a street or a quiet area. The artists are saying that even people in their neighborhood are buying from them. They also talk about guns and violence in their lifestyle, with A$AP Ferg specifically talking about shooting someone in the face if they don't pay up. Rich Homie Quan references his success with women due to his new-found wealth, showing that the money has made him more desirable. The song promotes a lifestyle that is acquired through illegal means, not the typical path to success that society values.

Line by Line Meaning

Big money, boy it come in thousands
Talking about a large amount of cash, thousands of dollars.

Trap house bunkin', Jay runnin' out it
The operation is running in full force, with Jay eagerly handling sales.

Twelve saw me comin', couple bats for me
Police were around, and I was prepared with weapons.

I supply my neighbor, cul-de-sac money
I sell drugs specifically to a quiet, suburban area.

(Whatchu talkn bout Quan?) Cul-de-sac money
My crew is expanding our drug sales into affluent neighborhoods.

Make so much that twelve double back for me
I am making so much money that police circle back to investigate my operation.

All I stack are dead men run it back for me
The money I make comes from selling drugs to people who are risking their lives.

Like a dead end, cul-de-sac money.
The money I make through drug sales leads to a dead end.

I'm gettin' all this paper, A$AP money
I am earning a lot of money, referring to the A$AP Mob crew.

And I'm fuckin' all these bitches, I can't get ‘em off me
I am sexually attracting a lot of women and they are obsessed with me.

And I call my dollars Precious cause my pockets chubby
I nickname my money Precious because my pockets are full and rounded.

They was callin me ugly, now all of these bitches they wanna just fuck me
People previously thought I was unattractive, but now I am having no trouble attracting women.

All of my niggas they hustlin' and killin the game, this shit is a shame
All of my crew members are hustling and doing well, but it's unfortunate that we are involved in the drug game.

I don't mind niggas from Harlem, I did it, and you can do the same
I have no problem with people from Harlem, and anyone can hustle and succeed like me.

I took money from out the hood he good now he dont have to gangbang
I helped someone from the neighborhood escape the cycle of gang violence by giving them a means to make a living.

All of my niggas who figured they're bigger but left Are left feeling the pain (No Love)
Those who thought they were too important to stay with the group are now regretting their decision.

He was a rider, ridin' in that Porsche
One of my former crew members was fearless and drove a Porsche.

I'm the Messiah, I'll be the young Trap Lord
I see myself as a leader, guiding and inspiring young drug dealers.

Sippin' on the Henney, tryna get a penny, wigglin' a dime, nigga I take off
I am drinking Hennessy and hustling hard to get money, not settling for small amounts.

Pretty Flacko did well, now watch how Ferg go off, oh Lord
A$AP Rocky has had success, and now it's my turn to shine and do even better.

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