Rita Ora, David Guetta, Imanbek, Gunna - Big

Blame it on the city how I'm ballin'
Picking up the money, always callin'
She gon' touch the ceiling for a sinner
Dark chains and a blurry morning
Ready on that meet me in the lobby
Yeah, from the bass, she gon' ride it like a trolley
X Games when we skate off in the 'Rari
Big tanks looking like transformers

You gon' know about it when we come through
Bad bitches coming in twos
Ain't nobody tellin' what we gon' do
The way we run through, yeah, yeah
Diamonds on, it's poppin' out the sun roof
Red bottoms up on those shoes
Licking off shops like
The way we run through, yeah, yeah

Big enough for me to call you papa
Poppin' like I'm over out in Baca
Give me head like medulla oblongata
Gucci like I'm made in Florence
More tequila, I gon' need a driver
Big tiger, gave me all his Prada
Every diamond on me, yeah, I bought it
Say it twice so I know you want it