2 Chainz, Lil Wayne - Big Ballin’ lyrics
Tauheed Epps
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[2 Chainz, Lil Wayne - Big Ballin’ lyrics]
Collegrove woah, Woah
Yeah, yeah get ‘em, Get ‘em
Uh, told your fuckin’ ass I be back
Now them niggas goin’ crazy
Tryna sign me back
License plate say "Young Money" nigga
For sure camped out in front of your house
We just lit up some smores
Now these niggas want bars, Butterfingers
Snickers and Mars
7 days a week, bet a nigga arm, yeah
Fresh we done done it
Did it without stuntin’
Countin’ money need a calculator
The crib got a elevator, you not a skater
We gotcha you on the floor
Paint yo’ ass red
Turn this bitch into a art show
Now on the left side
We got the brand new Benz
And on the inside, got brand new Mac-10s
And in the middle - of the night
Niggas a find ya
Me and 2 Chainz, bitch, we the new Big Tymers
Mannie Fresh on the beat he a true Big Tymer
Foreign cars foreign broads
Hoes with no bras
Neighborhood like big drawers i’ma go
Like what you know? What’s the scope?
You hurtin’? I front you 10 kilos
I like women
The light women, the light grinnin’
The light swimmin’
It’s light skinned, or dark skinned
We skinny dippin’ you penny pinchin’
We pussy pimpin’
Her pussy poppin’, I’m on it nigga
I’m on a mission, I got to get it
And me and Tune, like fuckin’ siblings
You fuckin’ gimmick
You fuckin’ wit’ us, you get whacked
Your wig cracked
A big Sax, I shot ball, I pinch crack
I did that i’m raw nigga, no Zig-Zag
My bitch bad, her bitch bad
You funny nigga, a Sinbad
I sit back, I get back
I BOW! BOW! I click-clack
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’ 2 Chainz ‘cause he got on
10 chains and you know his friend’s name
So you know I’m Rick James
20-inch wheels is how I pull up
Either yo’ bitch hitch hikin’ or
Givin’ me thumbs up
It’s the New Orleans Jigga, man
We don’t do liquor, man
Everybody on lean ‘cept the triggerman
Like what you got to like
Do who you got to do
Fight, we don’t do it fair
Shoot a nigga every where, woah
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
10 years ago, a friend of mine
Told me to start a label
Get some artist to sign
I met Aubrey Graham and Onika Maraj
Turned them to Drizzy Drake and Nicki Minaj
Got some studio time and a list of beats
We ain’t make songs, bitch, we made history
Best believe next year we was on TV
Gettin’ awards for Hip-Hop, Pop and R&B
Then we went on world tours and
Ya boy went to jail
Now we all got money and a story to tell
Onika, you still Young Money clique
Drizzy, you still Young Money clique
I said, "Miss Cita, as long
As Tunechi got strength
Guess what? You gon’ always be rich"
Yeah, shout out Tez Poe and Mack Maine
My whole Sqad as well
Now we gon’ take it from
The NO straight to ATL
Yeah, yeah get ‘em, Get ‘em
Uh, told your fuckin’ ass I be back
Now them niggas goin’ crazy
Tryna sign me back
License plate say "Young Money" nigga
For sure camped out in front of your house
We just lit up some smores
Now these niggas want bars, Butterfingers
Snickers and Mars
7 days a week, bet a nigga arm, yeah
Fresh we done done it
Did it without stuntin’
Countin’ money need a calculator
The crib got a elevator, you not a skater
We gotcha you on the floor
Paint yo’ ass red
Turn this bitch into a art show
Now on the left side
We got the brand new Benz
And on the inside, got brand new Mac-10s
And in the middle - of the night
Niggas a find ya
Me and 2 Chainz, bitch, we the new Big Tymers
Mannie Fresh on the beat he a true Big Tymer
Foreign cars foreign broads
Hoes with no bras
Neighborhood like big drawers i’ma go
Like what you know? What’s the scope?
You hurtin’? I front you 10 kilos
I like women
The light women, the light grinnin’
The light swimmin’
It’s light skinned, or dark skinned
We skinny dippin’ you penny pinchin’
We pussy pimpin’
Her pussy poppin’, I’m on it nigga
I’m on a mission, I got to get it
And me and Tune, like fuckin’ siblings
You fuckin’ gimmick
You fuckin’ wit’ us, you get whacked
Your wig cracked
A big Sax, I shot ball, I pinch crack
I did that i’m raw nigga, no Zig-Zag
My bitch bad, her bitch bad
You funny nigga, a Sinbad
I sit back, I get back
I BOW! BOW! I click-clack
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’ 2 Chainz ‘cause he got on
10 chains and you know his friend’s name
So you know I’m Rick James
20-inch wheels is how I pull up
Either yo’ bitch hitch hikin’ or
Givin’ me thumbs up
It’s the New Orleans Jigga, man
We don’t do liquor, man
Everybody on lean ‘cept the triggerman
Like what you got to like
Do who you got to do
Fight, we don’t do it fair
Shoot a nigga every where, woah
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
10 years ago, a friend of mine
Told me to start a label
Get some artist to sign
I met Aubrey Graham and Onika Maraj
Turned them to Drizzy Drake and Nicki Minaj
Got some studio time and a list of beats
We ain’t make songs, bitch, we made history
Best believe next year we was on TV
Gettin’ awards for Hip-Hop, Pop and R&B
Then we went on world tours and
Ya boy went to jail
Now we all got money and a story to tell
Onika, you still Young Money clique
Drizzy, you still Young Money clique
I said, "Miss Cita, as long
As Tunechi got strength
Guess what? You gon’ always be rich"
Yeah, shout out Tez Poe and Mack Maine
My whole Sqad as well
Now we gon’ take it from
The NO straight to ATL