Big Mood

By Drake

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[Verse 1: Drake]

Wisdom tooth, got Perc' in my system

I've been buyin' Birkins in rhythm

Save 'em for my wife when I get her

Right now, not the season for givin'

Bossin' up the city, that's a big mood

Niggas we don't even fuck with gettin' Ms too

But just know we could cut that off again too

Sparkle up the wrist, now that's a big mood


[Chorus: Drake]

Ayy, things going my way, big mood

Exotic up the driveway, big mood

Double up the contract, big mood

If we don't have no contact, then we ain't cool

Had to hit up Jimmy, hit up Mike and tell 'em double

Triple, double, Chubbs is hoodied up, I feel like Russell

Baka, he a star, but still around to burst a bubble

Bitch, you crazy, don't pull up at 3 AM to cuddle


[Verse 2: Drake]

'Member when I used to go to clubs and pay the cover

Bitch, this not Fugazi, but my neck still changin' color

You haven't found another 'cause there ain't another

I break down a hunnid bag and give it to my cousin, ayy

Cashville, I got bands still like a boss

All they do is PR double-E me like I'm Dolph

They say "holy" when they see the chain, that's not a cross

Put the owl on it, you can never take it off


[Verse 3: Future]

Wisdom tooth, I'm pimpin' like Goldie

Brand new Phantom cost me ten Rollies

I've been buyin' rings like I'm Kobe (Pluto!)

Fuck Trump, that's for my woadies (Gang, gang)

Bossin' up the gang, that's a big mood

Niggas we don't fuck with get them bags too

I think you should know you can get whacked too

Pinky ring splash like a swimmin' pool

King Pluto, might as well nail me to the cross

All I do is run my bands up like I don't walk

I get Boosie in the Lamborghini, wipe me off

Cashville, I got racks still, fuck the law

Presidential suite filled with Birkin

Wisdom tooth got Mollies and Perkies

Fuckin' with my gang and get murdered

Shout out to my city, they murder

All-All I did was boss up the city, that's my fault

You not touched a hunnid Ms, I don't wanna talk

Shut yo mouth, you talkin' too basic

We put yo BM in rotation

Shit, niggas woulda did the same thing if it was me

King Pluto, I gave all my exes to the streets

King Pluto, I got pink diamonds on my teeth

Pink weddin' ring on my pinkie too

I got slimes with me, they got sticks too

I got nine bitches, I got fifty coupes

I got nine main bitches, I got fifty coupes

They say "holy" when they see my chain, it's not a cross


[Chorus: Drake]

Ayy, things going my way, big mood

Exotic up the driveway, big mood

Double up the contract, big mood

If we don't have no contact, then we ain't cool

Had to hit up Jimmy, hit up Mike and tell 'em double

Triple, double, Chubbs is hoodied up, I feel like Russell

Baka, he a star, but still around to burst a bubble

Bitch, you crazy, don't pull up at 3 AM to cuddle


[Outro: Drake]

'Member when I used to go to clubs and pay the cover

Bitch, this not Fugazi, but my neck still changin' color

You haven't found another 'cause there ain't another

I break down a hunnid bag and give it to my cousin, ayy