Roddy Ricch – Big Stepper (Lyrics)


I want a billion, n***a, so that’s on God I ain’t chillin’ Slidin’ down Fairfax, n***a, I was plottin’ on the million Gotta put the stars in the ceilings What I got planned next? Pop a Xanax, I ain’t never had no feelings I was taught to never show no love, my n***a Mm, ayy, Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm now I’m fuckin’ on this lil’ baby All these n****s gon’ hate, I stayed down and got rich N***a I been ballin’ every season like Kobe with eight My chef cook up Filet Mignon, got sauce and then ate it I know they gon’ hate it I been touchin’ all of these millions I been tryin’ to get a crib so long, now I got it, it’s gated I been on promethazine so long, when I’m slidin’ I’m faded Made 40,000 on new years, took a private to Vegas I barely done made it Thank God for all of these blue faces they contaminated Can’t fuck with none of these broke n****s That 100 that made me million, I got it laminated Had a bad bitch put a 100,000 in her spandex Bird vision, band camp I want a billion, n***a, so that’s on God I ain’t chillin’ Slidin’ down Fairfax, n***a, I was plottin’ on the million Gotta put the stars in the ceilings What I got planned next? Pop a Xanax, I ain’t never had no feelings I was taught to never show no love, my n***a Mm, ayy, Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm If he ain’t tryna go get the safe, I get it crackin’ solo I had to finesse an get the bag, I had mad dough though It feel like theÊFlu Game, when I sold out the Novo Bought a brand new AP, it was 50,000 total ÒPersian Rugs,” n***a, uh But I fuck that bitch to PARTYNEXTDOOR I’m so cold hearted, I can’t show no love, n***a In that ’15, I was neighborhood drug dealer Made my cousin a killer Bitch and I ride with the shooters, ayy Ayy, I’ma let these racks talk for me n***a Ayy, push the Hellcat like an old Corolla Ayy, only talk bags on the Motorola Yeah, ha ha, perky, perky, dirty soda I want a billion, n***a, so that’s on God I ain’t chillin’ Slidin’ down Fairfax, n***a, I was plottin’ on the million Gotta put the stars in the ceilings What I got planned next? Pop a Xanax, I ain’t never had no feelings I was taught to never show no love, my n***a Mm, ayy, Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm

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  1. Roddy Ricch – Big Stepper Lyrics
    [Intro]
    Yeah

    [Chorus]
    Mm, ayy
    Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm
    I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' n***a, ayy
    Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs my n***a, ayy
    I was taught to never show no love, my n***a
    Pop a Xanax, I ain't never had no feelings
    What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceilings
    Slidin' down Fairfax, n***a, I was plottin' on the million
    I want a billion, n***a, so that's on God I ain't chillin'

    [Verse 1]
    Yeah, ha ha, perky, perky, dirty soda
    Ayy, only talk bags on the Motorola
    Ayy, push the Hellcat like an old Corolla
    Ayy, I'ma let these racks talk for me n***a
    Bitch and I ride with the shooters, ayy
    Made my cousin a killer
    In that '15, I was neighborhood drug dealer
    I'm so cold hearted, I can't show no love, n***a
    But I fuck that bitch to PARTYNEXTDOOR, "Persian Rugs," n***a, uh
    Bought a brand new AP, it was 50,000 total
    It feel like the Flu Game, when I sold out the Novo
    I had to finesse and get the bag, I had mad dough though
    If he ain't tryna go get the safe, I get it crackin' solo

    [Chorus]
    Mm, ayy
    Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm
    I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' n***a, ayy
    Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs my n***a, ayy
    I was taught to never show no love, my n***a
    Pop a Xanax, I ain't never had no feelings
    What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceilings
    Slidin' down Fairfax, n***a, I was plottin' on the million
    I want a billion, n***a, so that's on God I ain't chillin'

    [Verse 2]
    Bird vision, band camp
    Had a bad bitch put a 100,000 in her spandex
    That 100 that made me million, I got it laminated
    Can't fuck with none of these broke n****s, they contaminated
    Thank God for all of these blue faces, I barely done made it
    Made 40,000 on new years, took a private to Vegas
    I been on promethazine so long, when I'm slidin' I'm faded
    I been tryin' to get a crib so long, now I got it, it's gated
    I been touchin' all of these millions, I know they gon' hate it
    My chef cook up Filet Mignon, got sauce and then ate it
    N***a I been ballin' every season like Kobe with eight
    All these n****s gon' hate
    I stayed down and got rich, now I'm fuckin' on this lil' baby

    [Chorus]
    Mm, ayy
    Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm
    I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' n***a, ayy
    Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs my n***a, ayy
    I was taught to never show no love, my n***a
    Pop a Xanax, I ain't never had no feelings
    What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceilings
    Slidin' down Fairfax, n***a, I was plottin' on the million
    I want a billion, n***a, so that's on God I ain't chillin'

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