Big Tymers Lyrics
15. 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
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