[Lyrics] Big - David Guetta Ft Rita Ora Ft Imanbek Ft Gunna

Big

DJ: David Guetta

Ca sĩ: Rita Ora, Imanbek

Rapper: Gunna​

Lyrics:

Mm, mm, mm

Mm, mm

[Verse 1: Rita Ora]

Blame it on the city how I'm ballin' (How I'm ballin')

Picking up the money, always callin' (Always callin')

She gon' touch the ceiling for a sinner (For a sinner)

Dark chains and a blurry morning

Ready on that meet me in the lobby (In the lobby)

Yeah, from the bass, she gon' ride it like a trolley (Like a trolley)

X Games when we skate off in the 'Rari (Skrrt, skrrt)

Big tanks looking like transformers

[Pre-Chorus: Rita Ora]

Midnight, come get right, on this side

Freak, freak, like my name, G, honest

[Chorus: Rita Ora]

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 (Do-do)

The way we run through, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Rita Ora]

Big enough for me to call you papa (Call you papa)

Poppin' like I'm over out in Baca

Need the head like medulla oblongata

Gucci like I'm made in Florence

More tequila, I'ma need a driver (Need a driver)

Big tiger, gave me all his Prada (All his Prada)

Every diamond on me, yeah, I bought it (Yeah, I bought it)

Say it twice so I know you want it

[Pre-Chorus: Rita Ora]

Midnight, come get right, on this side

Freak, freak, like my name, G, honest

[Chorus: Rita Ora]

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 (Do-do)

The way we run through, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3: Gunna]

I'ma walk through, yeah

Crib with a house and a pool, yeah (Pool, yeah)

Let her walk through

Bet it, Ion't think that you'd lose

I like how you move

She a ten and her skin so smooth

It's a two-door Benz and it only fit two

See it through the lens, everything brand new

[Chorus: Rita Ora]

Oh, you gon' know about it when we come through (Come through)

Bad bitches coming in twos (In two)

Ain't nobody tellin' what we gon' do (Yeah, yeah)

The way we run through, yeah, yeah

Diamonds on, it's poppin' out the sun roof (Out the sun roof)

Red bottoms up on those shoes (Up on those shoes)

Licking off shops like (Do-do)

The way we run through, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Rita Ora]

Blame it on the city how I'm ballin' (How I'm ballin')

Bl-blame it on the city how I'm ballin' (How I'm ballin')

Blame it on the city how I'm ballin' (How I'm ballin')

The way we run through, yeah, yeah

Blame it on the city how I'm ballin' (How I'm ballin')

Bl-blame it on the city how I'm ballin' (How I'm ballin')

Blame it on the city how I'm ballin' (How I'm ballin')

When we run through, yeah, yeah