Big Ben Lyrics – Rio Da Yung OG

Rio Da Yung OG’s “Big Ben”: A Gritty Anthem of Hustle and Excess

Emerging from Flint, Michigan—a city overshadowed by its water crisis yet rich in unfiltered storytelling—Rio Da Yung OG has cemented himself as one of rap’s most authentic voices. His signature raw delivery, laced with dark humor and street-hardened realism, cuts through the noise of modern trap. “Big Ben”, produced by 43elijah, is a masterclass in unapologetic flexing, blending thunderous 808s with razor-sharp lyricism. The track chronicles Rio’s relentless grind, from stacking millions to indulging in the vices of success. The title nods to his 90-grand pinky ring—a symbol of his towering status. Packed with references to Chrome Hearts, Actavis, and street warfare, “Big Ben” isn’t just a song; it’s a declaration of resilience, solidifying Rio’s place in Flint’s rap legacy.

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Song Credits

• Lead Vocals: Rio Da Yung OG

• Songwriter: Rio Da Yung OG

• Music Producer: 43elijah

• Label: M I N E Entertainment / EMPIRE RECORDS

• Release Date: August 1, 2025

• Language: English

• Copyright: © M I N E Entertainment / EMPIRE RECORDS

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Lyrics: Big Ben – Rio Da Yung OG

[Intro]

(Elijah)
Yeah
Yeah
(Fuk 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 Nigga 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 Playin’ Big Man

He Sittin’ 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 Trippin’ 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 Shit Up, I’m Ten Hundreds In, Nigga
That’s A Million Cash

They Ran Up On The Car And They Did Him Bad
I Took A Fukin’ Bar And Couldn’t Remember Math
Fuk 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 Niggas Hoes, Did
They Hit Him With An Old K, Man, That Hole Big
I Know A Nigga Wanna Smoke Ri For What Lil’ Bro Did
Fu*k It, Tell Them Niggas 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 Fukin’ Whores
Got Fresh As Hell Yesterday, Look What I Fukin’ Wore
I Wanna Wear This Shit 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 Dick, 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 Talkin’ All Profit
They Thought I Ain’t Have No Dog Shit On Me
‘Cause My Pants Had Small Pockets

Naw, I Got A Fu*kin’ 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 Shit Still Dead
They Shot The Nigga Five Years Ago And He Still Dead
I Got Some Old Hi-tech, It’s Brown, But It’s Still Red