Living Large Lyrics – Rick Ross, BigXthaPlug

Read the complete Living Large Lyrics by Rick Ross and BigXthaPlug from the album Set in Stone along with song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro: Rick Ross]
(Ricky Rozay) Ricky Rozay
(BigXthaPlug) BigXthaPlug
(It’s bigger than ever) We living large on this side
(Woo; Double M) Set in Stone (Maybach Music)
Woah

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Getting big, getting big
My dreams getting big
Two-seater, top down, with an eight-figure b!tch
Getting big, getting big

My money getting big
Getting big, getting big
My money getting big

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
N!gga think I’m tripping, diamonds on me dripping (Dripping)
D-boy of the South, so you know I’m moving different, woah
Living large is the mission, woah, claim forty tickets, woah
Came just to party, so I came with forty b!tches
Say my name and I’m coming (Coming), car show out in London (London)
People asking questions, so don’t tell they ass none (Never)
Shake that ass, baby, ’cause I wanna leave with something (Come on, baby)
Shake that ass, baby, I won’t tell the homies nothing (Come on, baby)
Counting money on the floor (Floor), always count the most (Woo)
Starting hearing voices, so I gave away the Ghost (Ghost)
Fortune on the Phantom, thousand acres in Atlanta (Dope)
Gave away a hundred for some homies with some cattle, woah
Balling is the basic, woah, how we beat the cases, woah
Success on my tongue, woah, like pu*sy, I could taste it, woah
All you haters overrated (Woah; ‘Rated), all underpaid (Woah; Cool)
This boy’ll make ’em twenty, woah million in a hundred days

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Getting big, getting big
My dreams getting big

Two-seater, top down, with an eight-figure b!tch
Getting big, getting big
My money getting big
Getting big, getting big
My money getting big

[Verse 2: BigXthaPlug]
Ayy, see I’m the biggest of the big, my partner just did a bid
That n!gga only did a year, when he got out, I gave him ten
With Audemars and Double R, I let my wrist float in the wind
S*it, every time I hit Miami, I can’t lie, we do it big
Exotic cars, them b!tches big, can’t fit the car, we chop the wig
And way before I was the biggest in them streets, we did it big
You need a boat, s*it, we got big
Fresh off the yacht, that b!tch was big
And every pointer sitting on my chest with no light better hit, woah
Just cash the check, three hundred hit
Just for one show, boy, I’m the s*it
We hit the club, I need some models, ones and Belaire in that b!tch, woah
Went superstar, straight from the 6, where, since a jit, swear I been lit
I got like 1.6 in jewelry on and this only one kit, woah
I pack a rubber, satin stitch, woah, the only way I’m in the whip, woah
I still be thinking back on my last lick, woah, we made that n!gga strip, woah
And I know karma coming, woah, when she do, I bet that ho get flipped, woah
Just spent 500K on foreign s*it, woah and wrapped it blue from there

[Chorus: BigXthaPlug]
This s*it getting big, getting big
I swear it’s getting big
Getting big, getting big
My pockets getting big
Getting big, getting big
My whips, I love ’em big
Getting big, getting big
My checks keep getting big, ayy