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1. _ Big Tymers (Intro)
[Mannie Fresh] Have you ever met a balla in whole damn life Wit plenty money, plenty bitches, and a whole lot of ice I'm that nigga man, tha one they talkin about I'm that nigga man, wit tha big ass house Move over, Range Rover I fuckin told ya [Bullet Proof] Bubba gotta brand new solja [Mannie Fresh] Who bought this bitch, Cash Money man Let's start this bitch tha new hurricane See tha niggas ain't gone like that But tha bitches gone ride that [Bullet Proof] Big money is heavy weight That's Fresh and Big B Two uptown shinners, numba one stunna's Fresh got a Berban, Baby got an all black Hummer Bought a Jag for tha summer, green wit tan leather TV's in tha head rest, 20's on tha compressor So much ice in B's Roley you can't get a slow glance He ain't have no money in his bank account till tha over flow came My Uncle Prime got a 5 and it's top of tha line 19 inches cause 20's fucks up tha ride I'm worth millions, I'm a balla dog Rolex full of diamonds I'll blind ya dog 17 wit 7 cars I'm a shina dog I'm an Uptown shina, neighborhood hunter Red Hummer, Blue Hummer they both on chrome Whoa!, I got a million minutes on my Prime Co. phone I'm an Uptown shina, neighborhood hunter Red Hummer, Blue Hummer they both on chrome Whoa!, I got a million minutes on my Prime Co. phone [Wayne] Now on the left side [Fresh] Y'all girls deserve better [Wayne] Now on the right side [Fresh] Buy them all Gucci sweaters [Wayne] Now in the front [Fresh] Drink Cristal til you fall [Wayne] Now in the back [Fresh] Y'all niggas gon' straight up ball [Wayne] Now on the left side [Fresh] We sittin on chrome [Wayne] And on the right side [Fresh] Plenty Prime Co. phones [Wayne] And in the front [Fresh] Well if it's on then it's on [Wayne] Nigga in the back [Fresh] Them some bitches I would love to bone [Big Tymers ad lib to fade] more free lyrics |
2. _ Ballin'
i'm tha one that keeps on callin
Ballin ballin for me
No time for big ones
Ballin shot callin
Callin callin for me
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3. _ Phone Call
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4. _ Outro
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5. _ Preppy Pimp
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6. _ Tear It Up
[b.g.]
Baby gangsta got an a.k.
With 50 shots for that ass
We play it raw on v.l.
If you lame you can't last
No hesitation in my ??? is to blast
Any false move will leave a nigga on their back
Wodie i'm young but strictly bout my cash
Fuck petty check i want it in thousand dollar stash
I'm a nigga that's on the grind for six figures
I'm a chilla but bring me out my back i'm always splita
You kill me it really don't matter to lil b.geezy
It's cool whoa i'm waitin' to see my nigga l.teezy
No bullshittin' i fuck bitches by the pack
Hoes be wishin' to watch t.v's in the expedition
Me and lil wayne keep it real like we supposed to
It's a few niggas carros (???) that i get close to
Any other i put a slug above their shoulder
It ain't no secret i represent uptown soldiers
[lil wayne]
Now i be gettin' down and dirty from the u.p.t.
Nigga try to test bless his soul he rest in peace
You mess with me and you will see how messy it be
Lil wayne hat tipped dickies fall to my feet
I done went a lot of places
The same nigga that be jumpin' out some cases
Yes i pull up in my compresser (mmm-hmm)
You seen me earlier in the lexus
That's how we do it
What, got something against me and my cash money brothers
Yeah i thought but nigga know that i'm a young head buster
I come to tear this mother...don't say that
I keep it real like a mamasita don't play that
What's happenin' shipa (???)
Hot boy gangsta rap writer
I write your crew when you spit but my beats tighter
My nigga fresh come with tracks that'll move you
He hit you with the *erre-check-erre-check* one-two
(ha ha)
Now wait what where my guns at
Where all my niggas who ready to bust back
Now check this look:
I don't think you niggas ripped ever what i can bring
20 or 30 bullets close range to your frame
This h-o-t-b-o-y-u-p-t be where i'm found
*inhales* smoke on a pound and come to tear your
Neighborhood down
Look here neggey you think you really ready?
No, i hit make 'em sick like a *choghs* bad cold
Lil doogey and i ride the 4 by 4 shh
Nigga i'm too fast you can't slow my roll what
[mannie fresh]
Whoa kemosabe, big ballin is my hobby
2 bitches in the room 2 bitches in the lobby
Baby what!? tear this motherfucker up
You don't want it in your mouth put it in your butt
Breathe it up like town
I represent down
7 ward nigga with a mean-mug frown
Knock a bitch out, then wake a bitch up
Then knock a bitch out again
Y'all pick the bitch up
I ask a bitch like mia
How the fuck you gonna see a
Bad ass mad ass captain bitch beater (mmmm)
What's the difference between me and your pipes
Please, 20 g's you dick suckin' morphodites
I got the brand new car the downtown superstar
Saint bernard to deville nigga you know who i are
Project pecker, scatter site wrecker
Comin' out your 'bauds hoes y'all wait a second
How the fuck you gonna kill this
These bitches love the willist (realist)
Ask your pa who the man (mannie in old man's voice)
I ain't gonna lie, he the realist
[lil wayne]
Y'all niggas ain't ready for us
Get your guns up
We come and tear it up (what)
Y'all niggas ain't ready for us
Get your guns up
We come and tear it up (what)
These niggas ain't ready for us (huh)
Y'all niggas ain't ready for us (what)
These niggas ain't ready for us
6 figures hot boys cash money brothers (uh-uh)
These niggas ain't ready for us (what)
These niggas ain't ready for us
We come to (what)
Put your guns up
We come to (what)
Tear this mother up (huh)
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7. _ Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, & Regals
Started with.... [Chorus] Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, & Regals, man To Surburbans, Expeditions, with the T.V.'s playin' Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, & Regals, man To Surburbans, Expeditions, with the T.V.'s playin' [Manny Fresh] In 1988, when my grandfather passed He left me a Monte Carlo and a large amount of cash It was, bubble gum blue with the leather plush seats And I just can't thank you enough for all the stuff that you done, G See my grandmother told me take care of the ride And always do your best to keep it clean inside So I just past the go and get the candy paint Leather white, outta sight, that made the girls faint See my partner, Eric, he got stereos And my partner, Steve got true and bolds And my dog, Black got european fronts And this nigga named Duke hook up all the humps I had a illegal Regal and it was so tight And if ya touch it then a whole civil war was gon' rise So I just count my blessings and I thank the lord For ghetto cars and these broads when times was so hard My grandfather lookin' and I'm ridin' straight Man, I got the Suburban swervin' with the 4 T.V.'s playin' [Chorus] [Lil' Wayne] Hail baby, Cardion and the Kompressor 20 inch cyl-inders on the Lexus Hummer got sound that'll blow your eardrums Lotus with 4 pipes nigga, listen I ride Q5 on factory It don't matter, your ol' lady still after me My name gon' rang all over, dawg Cause I got 6 ties on the Range Rover, dawg Buy a nickel, baby, wha? Live on chrome Buy a nickel, baby, he get his shine on But, hold up, when I pass in the stretch They [huffs 3x] gotta catch they breath Fresh law, girl, weed hotter than a kitchen In a big Bourbon, VCR's, television El Camino's, twistin' on bees '87 Regals, I'mpala's, Cherokee's Expeditions, Benzes, Navigator, Humvee's What dawg? Cut dawg, on 17's Woood grain, 15 double o Me and Rabid on momos, lord, bless his soul Now we ridin' up the block, the Caravan Expeditions and Surburbans with the T.V.'s playin' [Chorus] [Baby] Fuckin' right, I used to play in MCT's Nowadays, Playboys ridin' Benzes Back in '87, Maniac mixed tapes Soniac Park, everyday, Super Sunday My homeboy Fresh, done changed the rims He gotta satellite on top to talk to out of state friends '88 was my year, 14 with 12 G's Monte Carlo's ridin' on 18's It's '98 and I done flipped the script Thangs that changed, Baby gotta lotta shit [Juvenile] I ain't gotta lie, nigga like me was ridin' the bus I been to the guy with CMR-ah A nigga was catchin' the cut Them bitches, they won't holla Them niggas, they mo' holla Got all the empower from people I get showered The woman on the porch sayin', Ain't that go Wayne, boy? That boy be on T.V. too, ain't that the same boy?" Yeah [Chorus] more free lyrics |
8. _ Beautiful
[Baby] Now I'm feeling good and fine Smokin green and drinkin wine Ten thousand dollars at the bar (all on baby) I guess that makes me a super-duper star Drinkin ripple and tangarae A brand new drink I call it bri-barae [Chorus] My life is beautiful (Livin that good life) It's just beautiful (Livin that good life) [2x] [Baby] Take me baby to the motel When we're finished you can go tell Teresa, Lisa, and Dawn How we got butt-naked and got it on How I split ya, hit ya and brung ya home Stole ya chains and rings and herenbone [Chorus] [Hook] Dont hate me baby cause I'm beautiful These flashy cars aint new to y'all [2x] [Spoken : Baby] How you love that 1998 Thats Big Tymer style There's a lot of these niggas baller blockin Standin in the way Cause I'm gone shine All the time How you love that (yeah) On the bass Funky Fingaz can I get a woday On the keys just woday (woday) Just woday (woday) Big woday (woday) Take it to the bridge take it to the bridge [Bridge] Just rollerskate rollerskate Dont player hate player hate [2x] [Chorus] [Spoken : Baby] This here is platinum material Just light, light-weight track How you love that It's gorgeous out here I'm a neighborhood superstar I'd rather be young rich and local Than nationwide and broke bro All the time (all the time) All the time Y'all can say what you want about me I got this man Drinks is on me Everybody order something, drinks on me Everything on me (moet, moet) I love myself I love myself, I love myself Shouts out to the whole city The broads alright but the niggas pretty more free lyrics |
9. _ Millionaire Dream
(lil' wayne)
Wuz up
This the life nigga
Check
Verse 1:
I got ten round my neck
Twenty on my wrist
Million dollar luck ah
Million dollar kiss
Pull up in my lexus
Sippin on don p
Call me lil' baby but you ain't know it was cmb
I floss everyday wootay
Knowin' to shine like a crushed wined face rolie
What the deal on the real it's all about scrill
Pretty grills, pretty broads, and plenty mills ah
Ridin to myself up in my baby benz
Playin' tens, goin shoppin with my lady friends
Flyin' to nashville, me and bob splittin eighty
Then i chill on washatona with slim and baby
See the $ on my back symbolize my click
See the $ around my neck symbolize we rich
Always wonderful, but baby gotta see it to beleive it
All this ice and rich heights man it's off the heezy
Fifteen and i'm workin' wit a hundred and better
And you can put that on my diamond gucci bezzel
What
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I got ten around my neck (mm mm)
And biggets on my writst (*bling*)
See we ball till we fall (la la)
Livin' a millionaires dream (wootay)
Verse:2
Sice i done hit me a lick
I done got some shit
That most niggas out chere can't fuck wit
Sixty- five on rims to get they mind right
Then took the cahmoney piece and put twenty all night
Now i'ma ball till i fall if it kills a bitch
Check the crown of the rolie from the flick to the wrist
Six figures ain't enough for this game that i'm in
If i can make a-hundred g's then i can make a million
Rice and baby in a loader fuckin around with them hoes
Me and slim was parlaing makin deals in the rose
Wayne and manny in a hummer spit 'n' game to a bitch
B.g. and juvi in a benz bumpin hot boys this
Big tymers oh it's nothing nice i ain't sellin for shit
If it's a bentley that i want
It's a bentley i get
Drop-top, cd changer ?? quick with the phone
Cashmoney bigtymers and we ride on crome
Playa haters want to picture me fallin'
If you could picture pac rollin
Then you can picture me ballin
Living good, lookin' good
Playin cards with the ???
Cmr hot boys big tymers for life, nigga
Yeah we drinkin diamonds and gold
For the nine scrilla, biatch (echo)
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Verse 3:
Nigga i got million stashed
So i can buy these buildings
And duck these killings
And tipping these niggas
Tryina have billions
I just wanna raise my two childeren
Going to these white folks and demanding millions
Havin 'em saying cashmony worth figures
And tippin 'em just like suge knight did 'em
And i done did my dirt in the process tryna' make millions
See i done did alot of shit in my lifetime
Like, makin' money, committing these stupid crimes
But i still got my ghetto stripes
When i'm pimp in the game
Cuz, i love to hustle all through the night
Cuz, when i hit my block it's like the pope done stopped
I have them lil' childeren sayin
"baby please don't stop"
Worth six figures and i'm rich and these hoes and right
Hustlin all night so lil bryan can eat right
I'm going holla at my people in melph to make sure shit right
??? so i'ma cruise to the next life
Me and bryan got to bitches we goin fuck tonight
If they don't give up the pussy hotel they get left tonight
That's how it be worth some g's
Man you can play them hoes like they ain't worth shit
You dig
(baby talking)
(chorus)
Verse 4:
Young niggas wearin' ?? gators
All my life eatin' steak and potatoes
Valet please get the bauge mercedes
It's beautiful
La la
Don't hate us
Back up for the most spectacular
Cake satckular
Performance like akura
Got these stayin like dracula
Voom
How you like that diamond bezzel
Blindin' everything up in this bitch when i hit the shinin pedal
It's marvelous, the life i live
Smile pretty child got plenty krystelle to give
Rolex's for everyday of the week
Blowin gars in all kinds of cars will my brother keith
Steaks and feddi- chinnie lil' girls in bikinis
Maybe baby might let me use his bauge lamborghini
Givin all these project hoes the winnie
On radios and videos y'all hoes seen me
Life styles of the rich and richer
Look on any bad bitch wall you goin see my picture
Wildlife on my feet everyday of the week
Now how that shit hit you
Look here baby i'ma get wit you
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10. _ Suga & Pac, Puff & Big
[B.G.] Me the B.G., and Baby my fuckin rounds Two livin legend paper chasers from uptown Bout money and bitches, puttin haters in ditches We roll in trucks like Hummers and Expeditions Our relationship like Moses and Jesus Ask one of our hoes, ain't no comin between us Two black young kingpins, that's how they treat us Steaks and fettucini is what they feed us Nigga ridin shinin, me and my nigga be sippin the finest wine and spendin G's, makin trips back and forth to Texas, we flyin; tryin to make a mill' y'all Cause we roll with the motto, "Ball til we fall" Fuck wit B, you bringin B.G. all the way out there Fuck wit me G you bringin Baby all the way out there Since ninety-two ninety-three our love been there We never spend to a pussy, Cash Money niggaz share I'm a Big Tymer, that's a fact Suga Slim just signed a, million dollar contract Lil' (?) Capone thuggin quick to bust yo' head Watch your tone in that mansion is where we lay our head at We play high gold floss rocks and drive drop-tops Way I bust it look like Suge and 'Pac [Lil Wayne] Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million [Baby] Like J. and 'Face, like Russ and Run Baby and B.G. comin through like assault rifle machine guns Worth more money than these niggaz could wonder You better thank quick nigga we hit blocks like thunder Comin through a dark tunnel a black on black Hummer It ain't no secret we showed our ass last summer We both got three or fo' bitches we bank at first Embassy playboy to hide our riches Me and this young nigga we tighter than stitches He the motherfuckin rapper and I'm the game spitter And if you you fuck wit him I'll clear my bank account on one of you bitches And I'll put that on my Ma and my Pa and they both restin in peace It ain't nuttin in this industry gon' fuck wit Baby and little B.G., wit Mannie Fresh beats Wit Suga Slim's brains behind all this heat and my Hot Boyz strapped ridin right beside me Nigga I'll bet a million dolars to yo' light bill I'll bet my Rolex wit my bezel nigga to yo' cable bill It ain't nuttin in this industry could fuck wit Cash Money cause we keep it real nigga, believe that [Lil Wayne] Now what? Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million, what? [B.G.] I got love for my nigga Baby He heard I rapped, came on VL and saved me Now we ballin, livin swell it's gravy Cause I'm gettin my shine on, don't you hate me? B.G. and Baby, livin good pah We just determined to hustle and get out the hood dog Fuck wit me and my boy, I wish you would dog We ridin dirty and I'll put that on the hood dog [Baby] Now what make these hoes thank that I ain't rich? What make these niggaz think the diamonds on my Rolex ain't the shit? My brotha Prime taught me how to wear two Rolexes at one time Nigga I'm gon' shine til I die Me and this nigga been together since he was twelve Hangin out at club, Rolexes daybreak watchin my beeper ring bells Now I knew this young nigga would end up swell I used my mind to keep him writin rhymes cause I knew he'a be major at one time Now I done rolled in the flyest cars It ain't no secret that B.G.'s a Cash Money superstar [Lil Wayne] Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run Nigga Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million, ha? [Baby] Ain't nuttin could fuck wit us playboy We take it how you want it, that's the issue nigga We clockin it's all gravy If it ain't about that money we ain't havin seein no bitches We doin what we got to do, we clockin G's Lil' Antoine, my lil' potnah from Tennessee It's all gravy playboy, how you luv that nigga? We clockin playboy, if you don't like it that's the issue nigga Get it how you live playboy How you luv that nigga? If it don't make money it don't make sense nigga I wear two watches on my wrist, at fifty G's a piece How's that look nigga? That's a hundred I done put two hundred G's on my grill My dog Fresh bout to redo his shit Nigga we just gon' have gold and hoes How you luv that playboy? Drankin Crystal, poppin bottles Niggaz ain't drankin Tanqu-zay no more Niggaz wearin rangs cost twenty G's Niggaz earrings cost 'em twenty G's Niggaz's rims cost 'em ten G's Nigga homes costin two mill-ion Nigga hoes gettin furs, nigga hoes gettin gators Niggaz just.. dumpin playa haters It ain't no thang boy, how you luv that nigga? Believe that boy (man I love yo' momma) more free lyrics |
11. _ How U Luv That
Awww man, Man I sure believe this one here man, gon' be so beautiful I know everyone out there gon' hafta love this one, ya heard that? [Verse 1] Now, who the fuck cars for days Crazy hoes and momos with the 20 inch blaze Picture me and the missus driving Expeditious The backstabbin' friends blowin' kisses Chrome-struck bitches, wood grain wenches Leather seats, la la la, anything else itches I done done it, the Bubble IGS 300 Anything else around here, playboy I run it Bought the black Yukon, new Storm, microwave with futons She not white, unh unh, she Cub-an Karats on my fingers, fuckin' R&B singers 1998 Lexus, dickslangers Nuts-hang-us from South American Don Perrion, Mil cousin, move on Can you top-uh Nigga with a Calico to helicopter Move, shake, shove that Ask yourself nigga, "How you luv that?" [Chorus] How you luv that? 20 cars on chrome, nigga How you luv that? 20 shows in the dome, nigga How you luv that? 20 hot girls to bone, nigga How you luv that? BRRTTT! 20 Primeco phones 2x [Verse 2] Nigga, how you gon' tell me that shit ain't changed When niggas used to play curls now the playin' braids And In my crib I got an elevator fuckin' with these hoes heads With alligator pillows cases in my bed I gotta scream, "Cheese-y" so bad Playboy, I had to get approval from the city and the motherfuckin' feds I said fuck these white folks 'til I'm dead Cause I'ma ball 'til I fall and spend 20 G's at the mall Now playboy, you can tell me how you luv that I bought my son a rolex with diamonds embezzle When 9 months, a Cash Money medallion with 20 diamonds in each letter, son So peep this, nigga I got a million dollars worth of cars all on chrome, can you compete with this? That's beautiful, these 6 ties with that Range Rover Earrings costing 15 G's with T.V.'s Nigga, I'm trying to put a screen on the hood of the Humvee With my face on top, nigga, can you see me? I got so much money, I'll never do time I'll play them white bitches like they play me at all times I got 20 G's to put on they leather seat Or for all the coke chargin', 3-time felon on one rap sheet What the fuck I look like? Choppin' tree and pickin' cotton When I should be fuckin' hoes and money clockin' I'ma Big Tymer, ask Lac, you can believe that Playboy, nigga, tell me how you luv that? [Chorus] [Juvenile] Baby, what you mean that Juvenile ain't bout matin'? You besta get yo' mind right and go ahead with that hea-din' What? You must think these diamonds ain't real or sumpin, huh? All of this shinin' gon' get me killed for nothin' huh? Nigga, fuck that, I'ma ball 'til I fall from Carolton by the lake to General Digaul So baby, buy me Cristal, shiny jewel Hit the caddilac, 2 wheel with 20 inches Rolex with diamond bezzles, 20 G cel My floor shinin' from mar-ble, cross-connect In my position, we make nothin' but G's If you rich, then you belong got CMB Don't hate us nigga, cause we beatiful, nigga please You think I'm stun'n now, just wait 'til I come back with them keys Niggas fear this, they hate, but they don't come near this I done wrote a song about the bitches, you wanna hear this? They say Juvenile, you motherfucker, you off the heesy I got these hoes pussy poppin' tell they cheesy and greasy Can you see me in that Bubble I, how you luv that? Can you see me in that BMW-ah, how you luv that? [Chorus the Lil' Wayne talks til end] more free lyrics |
12. _ How You Luv That
Juvenile:
Aw, man
Man i sho' need this one here man
It's gon' be so huge
I know everyone out there gon' luv this one ya heard me
Manny fresh:
Now, who the fuck got cars for days
Crazy hoes and momo's with the 20 inch blades
Me and the misses, drivin' expeditions
The back stabbin' friends (smooch) blowin' kisses
Chrome struck bitches, wood grain witches
Leather seats, la la look, anything else itches
I don' done it, the bubble-eyed gs 300
Anything else around me playboy i run it
Bought the black yukon in houston, a microwave, a fouton
She not white, uh uh, she cuban
Karats on my fingers
Fuckin' r&b singers
1998 lexus, dick slangers
Nuts hangers, from south americon
Don peringion
Me a peasant, move on
Can you top a, nigga with a candy coated helicopter
Move, shake, shove that
Ask yourself nigga how you luv that
Chorus: lil wayne (2x)
How you luv that
20 cars on chrome
Nigga, how you luv that
20 show in the dome
Nigga, how you luv that
20 hot girls to bone
Nigga, how you luv that
Brrrr, 20 primeco phones
Baby:
Nigga how you gon' tell me that shit ain't changed
When nigga used to play curls now they playin' braids
And in my crib i got a elevator fuckin' with these hoes heads
With alligator pillow cases in my bed
I got a screen tv so big
Playboy i had to get aproval from the city and the muthafuckin' feds
I say fuck these white folks 'til i'm dead
Cause i'm gon' ball 'til i fall and spend 20 g's at the mall
And playboy you could tell me how you luv that
I bought my son a rolex with diamonds and bezzel at nine months
And a cash money medallion with 20 diamonds in each letter son
So peeps this, nigga a got i million dollars worth of cars all on chrome can
You compete wit' this, that's beautiful
These six tires with that range rover
Ear rings costin' 15 g's, wit' tv's
Nigga i'm tryin' to put a screen on the hood of the humvee
And put my face on top nigga can you see me
I got so much money i'll never do time
I play them white bitches like they play me at all times
I got 20 g's to put on they leather seat
But, for open court charges three time felony on one rap sheet
What the fuck i look like choppin' trees and pickin' cotton
When i shoot, fuckin' hoes and money clockin'
I'm a big tymer ask 'lac you could believe that
Play boy nigga tell me how you luv that
Chorus: lil wayne (2x)
Juvenile:
Baby what you mean that juvenile ain't bout matin'
Best get yo' mind right and go head with that hatin'
What, you must think that these diamonds ain't real or somthin', ha
All of this shoutin' gon' get me killed for nothin', ha
Nigga fuck that i'm gon' ball 'til i fall
>from calton by the levy, to general degaul
So baby pop the crystille, and shine the jewels
Give your cadillac a tool, with 20 inch l's
Rolex with diamond bezzels with 20 g cells
My floor shinin' from marble from across the canal
In my position we make nothin but g's
Your jewelery say you belong to cmb
Don't hit us cause we beautiful niggaz please
You think i'm stuntin' know just wait 'til i come back with them ki's
Niggaz fear this, they hate but they don't come near this
I don' wrote a song bout these bitches you wanna hear this
They say, "juvenile you muthafucka you off the heezy"
I got these hoes pussy poppin' tell lil keezy and breezy
Can't you see me in that bubble-eye, how you luv that
Can't you see me in that bmw-ah, how you luv that
Chorus: lil wayne (2x)
Wha, how you luv that
Wha, how you luv that
Wha, how you luv that
Wha, how you luv that
Wha, how you luv that
Nigga, how you luv that
Wha wha, brrr, how you luv that
Ha ha, big tymers
Diamonds that'll *bling* blind ya
Ha ha, big tymers
Better act like ya know
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13. _ Playboy (Don't Hate Me)
[Lil' Wayne] What, what what, what, huh Huh, huh, Big Tymers, huh Better act like you know it I be comin wit' it And you saw Wayne from a distance in the Expedition I'm on chrome, 20 inches you know who I be Oh yes, you know me 4 feet, millionaire, that's H-O-T Whoa-ty, slow down, you might be a hater Slippin' 'tal in your drawers, Hot Boy Get up, Cardion, lobster regular And you can call me on my cell-ular, what? Celebrate and pop the Don P Beep, that's me that drop the funk beat, uh uh Me and Lil' Travis stun'n hard off 'less my daddy grab it I got a Roley on my wrist with 10 karats And I'ma shine but I'm still bout blastin', huh? Nigga rollin' short about paper Bedroom, 2nd floor, in the 'vator I'm a superstar (star), money makin' pimp Up in the double R (R), just me and Slim I'm getting cheesed by the milk stackin' cake, boy Cash Money, how you luv that, playboy (playboy)? Don't hate me, baby cause I'm beautiful [3x] How you luv that, playboy? [Verse 2] We go lights, action, camera We here to hammer ya Go ask Pamela or your baby momma Lil' Tamera Feel like a samurai or Zorro Rich niggas don't borrow Cut a check or wait til the bank open tomorrow Look at ya sorrow, ends gotta meet, kids gotta eat While we make a meal, rhymin' in and out of beat Am I to see shit? Don't even look for it, it's way off Concerts sellin' out like Chicago Bulls playoffs So stay off the ground cause it's dangerous, whoa-ty Too many riches, these bitches don't, won't hang with us, whoa-ty It's a gang of us, whoa-ty You see one everywhere you go, ain't no thang with us, whoa-ty You get it either it show We go to the bank so much, bitch, we got a bedroom With hoes countin' money and giving niggas head, room So when you hear the leg boom, bitch you better get somewhere Somebody gettin' hit somewhere, butt on the run, startin' shit somewhere, playboy [Chorus] Don't hate me, baby cause I'm beautiful These flashy cars ain't new to y'all Don't hate me, baby cause I'm beauiful These flasy cars ain't new to y'all, playboy [Verse 3] I got these niggas takling about this black-on-black Hummer I scored that last summer But this year playboy, I'm gonna stretch that motherfucker I bought a Yukon for my main bitch with my newborn Pictures of other ol' ladies suckin' on my dick While you be loving the stupid bitch Now I guess I been playing with about 10 million and something These hoes been giving me they pussy like it ain't nothing Going to the club with 10 G's and a bar tab that's all on Baby Lettin' these hoes and niggas drank for free Playgirl but you gotta understand one thang, that shit all on Cash Money Well here's another case, where this hoe sprayed Mace in my face Cause I wouldnt give this hoe no plate Tellin' me I think my shit dont stank cause I got a Benz, a Hummer, a Lexus And a penthouse that say "Hoe Hater" With tatoos with number one stunner With billionaire on my left arm, and millionaire on my right arm Bitches be lovin' this gold grill, homey I spent 20 G's on my earrings, homey Nigga, I aiin't met a nigga who could drop a beat like Fresh And I ain't met a nigga that could out shine me See I gotta clip that called pussy-go getters Now playboy, these hoes be lovin' these Cash Money niggas [Chorus then talk til the end] more free lyrics |
14. _ Try'n 2 Make A Million
[Juvenile] Do you know what this ballin is, I'm talking bout marble floors Tricks in private jets, hoes behind Rover doors You talked about me bad but what you doin Nothin but walkin round tha projects shoo-shooing Get mad when I flash tha karats don't want to see me have it I guess tomorrow I'll be smokin a 'gar in Paris My cellular ring, ok let's pick up this change Beeper blowin up, I'm lookin down at tha game I'm steady changin cars so tha feds won't mess wit me Park tha Q 4-5 and hop in tha Cherokee At about 8:30 I'll be rollin in a millennium Sippin on condact on my way to my condominium Been rollin livin lavish, eatin in commanders palace Bitches attracted to tha savage Where niggas is chillin, sleepin in tha Royal Senesta My girlfriend is my berretta, I never left her What you know about them Beamers and Moe-Moe's Them Lexus 4-doors and them '97 Volvos Hell I might as well buy me a castle instead And get fed some grace by Miss USA [Hook (Juvenile)] How can I make a million? Without tha feds investigating my building I know niggas gone try me, I'ma have to kill them But I'ma keep on makin money up until then [Baby] Golds and hoes, niggas doin videos My everyday wear is Reeboks and Girbauds Young nigga look I'm smarter than Russell Simmons And I got more money than tha average nigga I done sold coke nigga, I done hit blocks I done sold rocks, tha cheap shit had to stop I had to be tha biggest nigga on VL block So I bust open me a quarter ki spot Two G's a Q-P, now my block is hot A hundred G's a week nigga, so I couldn't stop Now I done stole me a few ki's I'm tha only young nigga Uptown frontin Q-P's You don't believe me ask Joe Casey My background coke history speak for me Diamonds and gold all across tha T-O-P And all these hoes wanna ride in my Lexus Jeep If it ain't cheddar or cheese it ain't gravy And these car stealin hoes stay up off tha street And these playa hatin niggas need to stop passin through tha UPT And all my new hoes gone ride in my Hummer But I got a top of tha line bitch beside me And if a nigga fuck up my hoe gone ride for me See I'll put change on my own brain Bitch I spent 50 G's bullet proofin my Hummer man 25 G's on Fresh's Suburban nigga We all pack vests nigga, I know you heard me nigga Big Rufus got a Tec and a Lex and he flexin And if a nigga disrespect God gone have to bless em And let his mom dress em cause it's all good It's all gravy, bitch nigga stop playa hatin [Hook] [Mannie Fresh] I done did more hoes than Michael Jackson done shows I done made more money than Tommy sale clothes I don't think that you can umout shine me man You need to um stand behind me man Come through this bitch lit up like December Givin all these pretty hoes something to remember I'ma nigga wit some endangered specie boots Spillin crystal on tha floor oppps Picture me and yo old' lady butt naked and shit She drunker than a muthafucka, suckin my dick I just gave yo hoe a hundred for her trouble And I'm telling her we can bade in Moet bubbles Separate my money, and then Big Tymers whip they ass wit 20's and 10's more free lyrics |
15. _ Top Of Tha Line Nigga
Top of the line nigga....Check it! [Verse 1] Excuse me Let me introduce me Look, look, Uptown top of the line HB See, I'm a million dollar nigga Rolex on my wrist crush Ain't too many could touch, baby I'm too much I'm 15 with 15 carats and 15 figures And 15 niggas with 15 hummers with triggers I'm way at the top Of the million dollar spot When I flex what I got Make niggas sick like a drop Every show I get, You could give me a quarter ki Tryin' to wholesale But it cost six five to see me While we be doin' shows, Baby transportin' ki's Findin' out all ways to beat the N.O.P.D. But ugh ugh, can't stop me from shinin' No, ugh ugh, can't stop my roley from windin' Yeah, I (sniff) I,I, know niggas mind, Me and Prime up in the 5 Dawg, it's top of the line [chorus] Say, Woday, Look, look, for you to have diamonds like me Woday Ya'll need to see the leather in the humm-v Woday Us niggas six figures Oh, Woday Top of the line nigga Say, Woday For you to have diamonds like me Woday Check the rack and piney in the humm-v Oh, Woday See, we playin' with six figures Oh, Woday How U luv that? Top of the line nigga [Verse 2] Nigga, I just ordered me somethin' new, From sixth generation technology, That's only made for movies Comin' from Tennessee And I'm in Louisville on 23rd Street Hangin' with this Hot Boy, chillin' Tryin' to find a way to drop a hundred ki's on these niggas And I'm peepin' this shit They be shinin' like me nigga Ridin' on 20's, They be playin these hoes, These niggas in Louisville got a mouth-full of golds But see, Playboy, I be bout that shinin' These niggas bout that repin' while I be bout big tymin', nigga I'm so tru to do whatever I do, I just bought new cars for the whole crew I'm so top of the line, nigga, I don't know what to do I bought Fresh a Lamboughini and me a Lotus, fool I Got the jacuzzi, nigga, in the back of the truck, Runnin' water for ya daughter when she wanna get buck Cable, satellite dish, sony remote Benson sold me the truck Copa sold me the boat I got some shit on my finger that'll blind a crowd, I got some shit in my trunk that's way too loud I'm the most looked at in the year '98 Ya'll got to love me baby Don't I look great? God gave me a gift, so I'm gon' share it ya'll Like Michael Jordan, ya'll gon' see me ball 1 million, 2 million, 3. Oh! It's my part? Lil' niggaa with the cold heart Lexus automatic start I shine like 18's And sparkle like a bezel, Ridin' up ya block in a fully loaded Legend Nigga, Navigator on broaders But that's for tomorrow, though Shaggin' the 400 with Mag, Julius, and Mario Yeah, slut, that's me In the GS3 So play the back seat Suck on me Watch ya teeth And, uh, wipe ya feet before ya step on the mar-ble Ding-dong, rock ya bell Work ya mell So what the hell? What? Like my smile? 3 million dollar grin What? This me Hey, introduce me to ya friend It's all gravy baby Hot Boy You should know In a Mercedes baby Uhuh, that's beautiful Look, I'm large girl Be flyin' up and down the lake on CDR's girl In my garage up at my place I got more cars girl I swear Me and my presence We superstars bro Look, look, it's marvelous Ya see I (bloop) Bust like a bottle of Moet Go cash about 4 checks Go write till I get Moet I sticks to the code Reeboks and Girbaud It's all about a mil, these hoes, diamonds, and gold [chorus] Say, Woday Ya'll niggas need to have diamonds like me Woday Check the woodgrain in the humm-v Oh, Woday See, us niggas playin' with six figures Say, Woday Top of the line type niggas Oh, Woday Ya'll don't have no diamonds like me Oh, Woday I don't think you drive a humm-v Say, Woday I'm playin with six figures Say, Woday Runnin' with top of the line type niggas Hey, Playboy it's like this. Say, go get the shovel, man. Let's go dump all this ice. It's wonderful baby. For real. Truly marvelous. Ya'll tryin to wear me like jeans, but ya'll need to wear ya'll own, man. C'mon, for 50 man. more free lyrics |
16. _ Suge And Pac, Puff And Big
[b.g.]
Me the b.g. and baby my fuckin runner
Two livin legends, paper chasers from uptown
About money and bitches, puttin haters in ditches
We roll in trucks like hummers and expiditions
Our relationship like moses and jesus
Ask one of our hoes, ain't no coming between us
Two black young heathens, that's how they treat us
Steaks and fettucini is what they feed us
Nigga ridin shinin, me and my nigga be sippin the finest winw
Spendin g's, making hitz back and forth, we flyin
Tryin to make a mil y'all
Cuz we roll with the motto, "ball til we fall"
Fuck wit b you bringin b.g. all the way out there
Fuck wit me you bringin baby all the way out there
Since '92, '93 our love been there
We never stand to a pussy, cash money, nigga stare
I'm a big tymer, that's a fact
Suga slim just signed a, me and him a contract
? capone thugin quick they bust yo head, watch that tone
In that mansion is where we lay our head at
We play high, go floss, roxin and drive drop tops
Way i bust it like suge and 'pac
[chorus]{ baby }
Like suge and pac
Like puff and b.i.g
Baby and b.g. tryin to clock six figs
Like face and jay
Like russ and run
Baby and b.g. tryin to clock a million
[b.g.]
Like jay and face
Like russ and run
Baby and b.g. comin thru like a sound right from machine gunz
Worth more money than these niggaz could wonder
You better think quick nigga we hit blocks like thunder
Comin thru a dark tunnel of black on black hummers
It ain't no secret we showed our ass last summer
We both got 3 or 4 bitches we bang at first
And we see play boy to hide our riches
Me and this young nigga we title the snitches
He the muthafuckin rapper and i'm the game stealer
And if you you fuck wit him
I'll clear my bank account on one of you bitches
And i'll put that on my ma and my pa and they both restin in peace
It ain't nuttin in this industry gon fuck
Wit baby and b.g. wit manny fresh's beats
Wit suga slim's brains behind all this heat and my hot boyz strapped riding
Right beside me, nigga i'll bet a million dolars to yo life there
I'll bet my rolex wit my bezzle nigga to yo cable bill
It ain't nuttin in this industry could fuck wit cash money
Cause we keep it real
Nigga believe that
[baby]
Now what
[chorus]{ baby }
Like suge and pac
Like puff and b.i.g
Baby and b.g. tryin to clock six figs
Like face and jay
Like russ and run
Baby and b.g. tryin to clock a million
[b.g.]
I got love for my nigga baby
He heard i rap came on va and seen me
Now we ballin, livin swell it's gravy
Cause i'm gettin my shine on don't you hate me?
B.g. and baby, livin good for,
We just determined to hustle and get out the hood dog
Fuck wit me and my boy, i wish you would dog
We ridin dirty and i'll put that on the hood dog
[manny fresh]
Now what make these hoes thank that i ain't rich
What make these niggaz think that diamonds on my rolex ain't the shit
My brotha prmie taught me how to wear 2 rolexes at one time
Nigga i'm gon shine till i die
Me and this nigga been togetha since he was 12
I knew this young nigga would end up swell
I lose my mind and kept him writin rhymes
Cause i knew he's be major at one time
Now i done rolled in the flyest cars
It aint no secret that baby, b.g. and me are superstars
[chorus]{ baby }x 2
Like suge and pac
Like puff and b.i.g
Baby and b.g. tryin to clock six figs
Like face and jay
Like russ and run
Nigga baby and b.g. tryin to clock a million
Manny talkin till music ends
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