Текст песни Big Ballin'

I told ya fuckin' ass I be back

In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac

License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho

Chillin' by ya boy house kissin' on these hoes

See these broads want stars

Big dicks down in the drows

Seven days a week seven brand new cars

Yeah I done it parkin' GS 300

Check us and front it the Navigator

Garage with the elevator

You not a hata

Then press second floor

So you can see the muthfuckin' Big Tymers car show

Now on the left side we got the brand new Benz

And on the right side bitches shakin' ass for ends

And in the middle niggas throwin' 20s and 10s

And up top niggas drinkin' juices with gin juices with gin juices with gin

[Baby]

News cars

Pretty broads

Neighborhood superstars

Going far

Goin' to the super bowl

In the hole

And I owe my nigga for frontin' me two kilos

Yellow ice

With new heights

Hoes got my name right

Fame got my muthafuckin' game tight

Dirt digga

Hoe go-getta

Nigga outta line

Playboy I got ten on ya feet

Car shinna

Rim blinda

20 inch rida

Nigga and you can ride right beside me

Titty watcha

Hoe stoppa

VCR tape poppa

Neighborhood naked flick watcha

Border line Hen (hennesey) poppa

Byran is my heart and Pearl is my number one chick

And Ca$h Money Records gone run this nationwide shit

And playa you can believe that shit

[Chorus: repeat 4X]

Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe

Big big big ballin' is my hobby

[Manny Fresh]

I see you jockin' Baby cuz he got a Mercedes

And ya know about his ladies

And all his babies

[Baby]

I know what they like

Them brand new bikes

So we can ride around town like Tina and Ike

I'ma shine till I die nigga

We worldwide everybody know Ca$h Money ride or die nigga

[Manny Fresh]

Twenty inch wheels is what I roll

And when I pass yo bitch all outta control

[Baby]
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Buyin' Lexus Land Cruisers

The 4-7 the big pipe user

Hoe abuser

[Manny Fresh]

Its the project sticker man

Full of liquor man

Ridin' with cha bitch with the tymers playin'

[Baby]

Ballin everyday popin' Dom P bottles

Ball til ya fall is the Ca$h Money motto

Flashy cars

Pretty broads

The word uptown we bought these cars

For girls I bought

Pretty jewels

With new shoes

With tatoos

A Ca$h Money motto do what you gotta do

[Manny Fresh]

Fight who you gotta fight

Shoot who you gotta shoot

Boot who you gotta boot

Do what you gotta do

[Chorus]

[Manny Fresh]

Ten years ago a friend of mine

Brought me to uptown second line

Met meatball, nair, anglin mets

Want you do a D.J. in the jets

Bought two trigger mans and brown beat

Now you can pop that pussy in the middle of the street

Best believe next week I'ma be downtown

Point court St. Bernard bitch throwin' down

Then I'm mosy on down cross the kanel

Put up the mic cuz I got a fuckin' story ta tell

Teresa

[Baby:]

Yous a Ca$h Money bitch say what you still a Ca$h Money bitch

[Manny:]

I say lil Lisa

[Baby:]

You still a Ca$h Money bitch say what you still a Ca$h Money bitch

[Manny:]

My nigga Baby ya wit me

[Baby:]

Fa sho

[Manny:]

Now bring it to the McMelph Caliope

[Baby]

Niggas livin for the Sunday

On the lake bakin cake watchin niggaz ridin round with they honey

(Drinkin Daquiri) Hoes packin, white folks actin

Givin tickets nigga for the jackin

Niggaz feudin, game losin

Lil' told me ta watch these hoes tryin to abuse me

Joe Casey, goin crazy

My homeboy told me to watch these motherfuckin feds

Chilly Chilly actin silly, but cha name killa

Told me he gon' kill him a nigga

Suga Slim, all in, game tight

And we just about to start this all night flight

Big Tymers Big Ballin'