[Intro]

(I don't know what you're doing, but you need to fuck with Grave Inc)

Ay, ay, ay

[Verse 1]

Big, big, big, big, big, big cash, big gat, big drum too

Big dope, blowing smoke out the sunroom

No joke, making moves, shorty come through

If your hoe got some friends, tell em' come too

I'm throwing cash at your ass cause I'm that dude

I hate a bitch who pocket pinching cause that's dumb rude

I got a big wad of ones I can thumb through

You gotta problem with the Grave, what you gon' do

[Chorus]

Yeah I got some, yeah we go dumb

Big stack, big ones, big drums too

Yeah I got some, yeah we go dumb

Big stack, big ones, big drums too

Big stack, big ones, big drums too

Big stack, big ones, big drums too

Yeah I got some, yeah we go dumb

Big stack, big ones, big drums too

[Verse 2]

What you mean you ain't fucking with mе, really huh

I got this gold on my wrist it shining silly huh

I got a pole, not no thing for offing killas yeah

I got a tonе, what you mean, I'm Mr. Million

What you mean you ain't heard about the Grave Inc

I got a laser on you man and it stay synced

All my brothers, round the way, cause we stay linked

And this AR spraying slugs, it don't spray ink

[Chorus]

Yeah I got some, yeah we go dumb

Big stack, big ones, big drums too

Yeah I got some, yeah we go dumb

Big stack, big ones, big drums too

Big stack, big ones, big drums too

Big stack, big ones, big drums too

Yeah I got some, yeah we go dumb

Big stack, big ones, big drums too

[Outro]

Big stack, big ones, big drums too

Yeah I got some, yeah we go dumb

Big stack, big ones, big drums too

Big stack, big ones, big drums too

Yeah I got some, yeah we go dumb

Big stack, big ones, big drums too