Big Bag Lyrics – French Montana & Lil Durk

Song Summary

Artist 🎤French Montana🎤Lil Durk

Mood 🎧Intense🎧Proud

Tone 🗣️Assured🗣️Challenging

Genre 🎼Trap🎼Urban Rap

Theme 🗣️Affluence & Prestige🗣️Rivalry & Jealousy

🎵 Big Bag – French Montana & Lil Durk 🎵

[Chorus: Lil Durk & French Montana]
Big Bag – Make ’em Big Mad, oh
Big Bag – Make ’em Big Mad, oh
Big Bag – Make ’em Big Mad, oh
Big Bag – Make ’em Big Mad, oh (Haan)

[Verse 1: French Montana & Lil Durk]
Money get low, b!tch freakin’ off
Niggas been comin’ to me for sauce
Made hunnid mil’, don’t even floss
Don’t ask me ’bout Drake, or Ross

Earin’, earin’, three hunnid a piece
‘Rari truck, I’ma fuk up the streets
Most of them niggas gon’ fuk up a key
I only know ’cause I fu*ked up an ounce

Ask top b!tch, we them vultures (Haan)
Stacks high, we don’t need exposure (Haan)
Big Bag, we don’t need the poster
Step aside, don’t be a poser

Shawty ass like two bunk beds
Coupe top off like Trump hair
Don’t play, I get too retarded
Coke, wine, like Mike Rubin party

Niggas be comin’ to me for flavor
I’m elite, I’m on top with capers
AMG with the kick, chase ’em
Face shot from a switch, Jason

They can’t save you ’cause you with the Nation
Niggas b!tches, I hate who they praisin’
They puttin’ cases on niggas who famous
(They puttin’ cases on niggas who famous)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Durk]
Put your seatbelt on, this car too fast, I might crash
’Cause she fu*k one of your guys, don’t put her on blast
Bring a b!tch ’round wit’ a bag, I know I’ma smash
Bring a b!tch ’round wit’ a bag, make your ex’s mad

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Big Bag – Make ’em Big Mad, oh
Big Bag – Make ’em Big Mad, oh
Big Bag – Make ’em Big Mad, oh
Big Bag – Make ’em Big Mad, oh

[Verse 2: Lil Durk & French Montana]
Live forever, I’m a trenches saviour
Big Birkin come with good behavior
Smurk, I’m richer than big labels
I’m the one who they depend for favors (Haan)

They closed the door, we bought the buildin’
Face, car, b!tch, on a trillionaire
Bad little b!tch, she Brazilian
Fu*ked her on top of a million (Woo)

I’m the type nigga to fuk her and bounce
You’ll get mad and go and fuk up a house
Rapper time, niggas linkin’ for clout
Cuban link, Cuban link, splash (Haan)

Hundred Ms, I’m him, ask (Haan)
Cousin’ chain cost an M, cash (Haan)
Dropped it off in the gym bag (Haan)
Top it off, this his stash (Haan)

Out the loop, ain’t even know he pass
B!tch, I’m Stacey Dash
Buy your favorite rapper catalogue
Put it in my stash

Put your seatbelt on, this car too fast
B!tch, I just might crash
Fu*k them dippin’, she put them on blast
He ain’t pay for ass (Haan)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Durk]
Put your seatbelt on, this car too fast, I might crash
’Cause she fu*k one of your guys, don’t put her on blast
Bring a b!tch ’round wit’ a bag, I know I’ma smash
Bring a b!tch ’round wit’ a bag, make your ex’s mad

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Big Bag – Make ’em Big Mad, oh
Big Bag – Make ’em Big Mad, oh
Big Bag – Make ’em Big Mad, oh
Big Bag – Make ’em Big Mad, oh