Chorus: Kendrick Lamar 
Big money, big booty bitches 
Man, that shit gon' be death of me 
Big problems, I must admit it 
Man, that shit gon' be death of me 
I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope 
I can't stand myself 
I just bought a new coat, I might go broke 
I can't stand myself 
Big money, big booty bitches 
Man, that shit... 

Pre-Verse: Kendrick Lamar 
Turn me up 
Sin City, Sin City 
Sin City, Sin City 

Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar 
Big money, big booty bitches 
Tell the truth, nigga, I'm lost without it 
7 figures for a headline 
You want some stage time? We can talk about it 
Niggas actin' like they be rappin' 
Like nice on the mic, truly doubt it 
Go against the kid, y'all don't wanna live 
That decision is hella childish 
Rose gold for my old hoes 
They ain't satisfied then I sit 'em down 
10th grade, I gave her all shade 
But now she got some ass, I wan' hit it now 
I don't lease, I just all out feast 
I put a blue Caprice on Gary Coleman 
Bomb head and some cheese eggs 
That's a new raise and a signing bonus 

Verse 2: Jay Rock
Fall in this bitch
Like some good pussy—can't stand myself
So good, she so hood
She a cheesehead, patty melt
GED with some EBTs, and some DVDs
That shit was happening
She reel me in with some chicken wings
And some collard greens, that shit was brackin'
Just cracked me a new bitch
Bust a new nut on her nigga's jersey
My bitch get off at 9 o'clock
So I had to shake her 'round 7:30
105, I'm stomping fast
With these big guns, I'm hella dirty
Get caught with this shit
I ain't comin' home 'til like 2030

Chorus: Kendrick Lamar
I got big money, big booty bitches
Man, that shit gon' be death of me (death of me)
Big problems, I must admit it
Man, that shit gon' be death of me (death of me)
Big dreams, no superstition
Man, that shit gon' be death of me (death of me)
I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope
I can't stand myself
I just bought a new coat, I might go broke
I can't stand myself
I just might ban myself
I just might... God!

Bridge: Jay Rock
I'm focused, feeling blessed
'Cause my eyes be the truth
I'm focused, feeling blessed
'Cause my eyes be the truth

Verse 3: Ab-Soul
Mental window blurry as a bitch
Still lookin' out it
So much money off the fuckin' books
Could write a book about it
Took a minute, no, wait a minute
Let me think about it
Bout ten years, Crips, Bloods
Sweat and tears, and we still counting
Had a real thick bitch named Brooklyn
She fucked the whole squad
Now every time I land in Brooklyn
They fuck with the whole squad
I'm more spiritual than lyrical
I'm similar to Eli
Why? 'Cause I'm wearin' black shades
And I'm headed west with the word of God (Amen)
Yeah, I think I'm finally ready to talk about it
These niggas just talk about it
Homie don't play me for no fool
Poppin' bottles like enemigos
Os dios mio, I'm so cold
Get so deep in that water, water
They should call my johnson a harpoon

Verse 4: Jay Rock
Feed the needy, don't know graffiti
Paint her walls like a cartoon
Beat the pussy up so bad
Send her home with some war wounds
Loaded off the 'gnac, hit her from the back
Goin' 'cross her head, bar stool
Touch her soul, 'til I curl her toes
Then it's time to reload, then it's part two

Verse 5: ScHoolboy Q
Damn near 30, still set trippin', cuz
Where you from? I'ma see about it
Last year I made ten million
That's where I've been, yeah, a private island
Smoking something, on autopilot
Got too many cars, I might crash a whip
New 'Rari pedal barely tapping
Nigga, vroom-vroom, yeah, I'm rich, bitch
Got two rollies, but one missing
Think my daughter flossing, she in kindergarten
Got one crib worth two cribs
And my front lawn, yeah, that's water fountain
You be talking boss, saying big words
Like philosophies, man, you weird homie
What it sounds to me that you broke as fuck
And your bitch gon' leave, and that's real, homie

Chorus: Kendrick Lamar
I got big money, big booty bitches
Man, that shit gon' be death of me (death of me)
Big problems, I must admit it
Man, that shit gon' be death of me (death of me)
Big dreams, no superstition
That shit gon' be the death of me (death of me)
I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope
I can't stand myself
I just bought a new coat, I just might go broke
I can't stand myself
I just might damn myself
I just might... GOD!
GOD!