Big Ballin' (Explicit)

Big Ballin' (Explicit) - Big Tymers

Written by：Mannie Fresh

I told ya f**kin' a** I be back

In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac

License plate say money makin' ni**a 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' G S 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 muthf**kin'

Big Tymers car show

Now on the left side

We got the brand new Benz

And on the right side b**ches

Shakin' a** 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

News cars

Pretty broads

Neighborhood superstars

Going far

Goin' to the super bowl

In the hole

And I owe my ni**a for frontin' me two kilos

Yellow ice

With new heights

Hoes got my name right

Fame got my muthaf**kin' game tight

Dirt digga

Hoe go getta

Ni**a outta line

Playboy I got ten on ya feet

Car shinna

Rim blinda

20 inch rida

Ni**a 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 cash money records

Gone run this nationwide sh*t

And playa you can believe that sh*t

Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe

Big big big ballin' is my hobby

Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe

Big big big ballin' is my hobby

Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe

Big big big ballin' is my hobby

Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe

Big big big ballin' is my hobby

I see you jockin' baby cuz he got a Mercedes

And ya know about his ladies

And all his babies

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 ni**a

We worldwide everybody know

Cash money ride or die ni**a

Twenty inch wheels is what I roll

And when I pass yo b**ch all outta control

Buyin' lexus land cruisers

The 4 7 the big pipe user

Hoe abuser

It's the project sticker man

Full of liquor man

Ridin' with cha b**ch with the tymers playin'

Ballin' everyday popin' dom P bottles

Ball til ya fall is the cash 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 cash money motto do what you gotta do

Fight who you gotta fight

Shoot who you gotta shoot

Boot who you gotta boot

Do what you gotta do

Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe

Big big big ballin' is my hobby

Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe

Big big big ballin' is my hobby

Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe

Big big big ballin' is my hobby

Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe

Big big big ballin' is my hobby

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 p**sy

In the middle of the street

Best believe next week I'ma be downtown

Point court St Bernard b**ch throwin' down

Then I'm mosy on down cross the kanel

Put up the mic cuz I got a f**kin' story ta tell

Teresa

You a cash money b**ch say

What you still a cash money b**ch

I say lil Lisa

You still a cash money b**ch say

What you still a cash money b**ch

My ni**a baby ya wit me

Fa sho

Now bring it to the McMelph Caliope

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 ni**a 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 motherf**kin feds

Chilly chilly actin silly but cha name killa

Told me he gon' kill him a ni**a

Suga Slim all in game tight

And we just about to start this all night flight