Rio Da Yung OG is one of the realest voices to come out of Flint, Michiganāa city known more for its water crisis than its rap scene. But Rio flipped that. He became known for his raw, gritty flow filled with street wisdom, sardonic wit, and no filter whatsoever. Produced with booming 808s and sharp snares, the track is a relentless flex of wealth, street cred, and unapologetic hustle. From counting millions in weeks to taking codeine so strong he forgets math, every line in this track screams urgency. The title āBig Benā refers to his expensive pinky ring, symbolizing his larger-than-life status. With references to Chrome Hearts, Actavis, and a life of excess, the song captures Rioās resilience and grind, making it a standout for trap fans and a testament to Flintās enduring rap legacy. Read Big Ben Lyrics by Rio Da Yung OG and experience his passion for music.
| 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 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright Ā© | M I N E Entertainment / EMPIRE RECORDS |
Lyrics of Big Ben by Rio Da Yung OG
[Intro]
(Elijah)
Yeah
Yeah
(Fu*k 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 Fu*kin’ Bar And Couldn’t Remember Math
Fu*k 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 Fu*kin’ Whores
Got Fresh As Hell Yesterday, Look What I Fu*kin’ 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 Mā 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
