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
Midnight, come get right, on this side
Freak, freak, like my name, G, honest

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