Big Ben Lyrics – Rio Da Yung OG

Read the full Big Ben lyrics by Rio Da Yung OG along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Rio Da Yung Og’s music, you can also explore Easy Kill and Heart Felt, two other songs by Rio Da Yung Og.

[Intro]
(Elijah)
Yeah
Yeah
(Fu*k the fire, we got grease)

[Verse]
Give me two weeks, I can run an M up
Give me three weeks, I can run another M up
That’s five weeks, that’s two M’s
Twenty shots, chased a n!gga down, they had two tens
I’m with Fill, I can go digital and spend two M’s

I ran in Repeat and bought some Rick pants
KB on the corner side, that’s my big man
He playing big man
He sitting on the bench, he the sixth man
I came straight home from prison, bought a big crib
I wonder how her head feel ’cause her lips big
B!tch got a flat ass, but her hips beg
This b!tch dramatic, she start tripping when I put the tip in
Before I let the switch off, I put the clip in
Pinky ring cost ninety grand, call me Big Ben
Earrings six carats, that’s two hundred grand
The Escalade V was two hundred grand
The Lam’ truck I bought was two hundred grand
Add that s*it up, I’m ten hundreds in, n!gga
That’s a million cash
They ran up on the car and they did him bad
I took a fu*king bar and couldn’t remember math
Fu*k around and paid too much money for a pint of Act’
Swear to God, but my drank man so real, he’ll buy it back
Made my first hundred racks, I ain’t know how to act
Who got some blue M-boxes? I need a ninety-pack
I need a whole script
I got a lot of money on me, why my clothes big
You n!ggas hoes, did
They hit him with an old K, man, that hole big

I know a n!gga wanna smoke Ri for what lil’ bro did
Fu*k it, tell them n!ggas let’s go to war
You gotta have money just to fund a war
I miss my cousin, but I miss my brother more
Crib so big, it got a hundred doors
Damn near got a nosebleed, I’m up a hundred floors
I got a bad b!tch at home, but I be fu*king wh*res
Got fresh as hell yesterday, look what I fu*king wore
I wanna wear this s*it twice, but I won’t no more
I drunk some pop once, I don’t want no more
I hear a lil’ echo, Jay, close the door
I was tryna bust a four-five, got my shoulder sore
I won’t let her suck my d!ck, she got a cold sore
Like what you like, the money or the hoes more?
I ain’t gon’ lie, bro, I like pros more
I’m talking all profit
They thought I ain’t have no dog s*it on me ’cause my pants had small pockets
Naw, I got a fu*king bookbag on me
I got a duffel bag with ten leather patches on it
B!tch, this Chrome Heart, I’m a loan shark
Ayy and I can still show you ten M— uh-huh
I could still show you ten M’s when my phone charged, my s*it still dead
They shot the n!gga five years ago and he still dead
I got some old Hi-Tech, it’s brown, but it’s still red