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Big Tymers feat. B.G., Lil Wayne Miscellaneous Suga & Pac, Puff & Big Big Tymers feat. B.G., Lil Wayne Suga & Pac, Puff & Big 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) |
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