Big Tymers - Big Ballin' lyrics

I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga 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' GS 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 muthfuckin'
Big Tymers car show now on the left side we
Got the brand new Benz
And on the right side bitches
Shakin' ass 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
Nigga for frontin' me two kilos
Yellow ice with new heights
Hoes got my name right
Fame got my muthafuckin' game tight
Dirt digga, ho go-getta, nigga outta line
Playboy I got ten on ya feet
Car shina, rim blinda, 20 inch rida
Nigga and you can ride right beside me
Titty watcha, ho 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 Ca$h Money Records gone
Run this nationwide shit
And playa you can believe that shit

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'mma shine till I die nigga
We worldwide everybody know Ca$h Money
Ride or die nigga

Twenty inch wheels is what I roll
And when I pass yo bitch all outta control

Buyin' Lexus Land Cruisers
The 4-7 the big pipe user, ho abuser

Its the project sticker man
Full of liquor man
Ridin' with cha bitch with the tymers playin'

Ballin everyday popin' Dom P bottles
Ball til ya fall is the Ca$h Money motto
Flashy cars, pretty broads
The word uptown we bought these cars
For girls I bought pretty
Jewels with new shoes with tatoos
A Ca$h 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 DJ in the jets
Bought two Triggermans and Brown beats
Now you can pop that pussy in
The middle of the street
Best believe next week I'mma be downtown
Point court St bernard bitch throwin' down
Then I'm mosy on down cross the kanel
Put up the mic cuz I got
A fuckin' story ta tell teresa

Baby: Yous a Ca$h Money bitch say what
You still a Ca$h Money bitch
Manny: I say lil Lisa
Baby: You still a Ca$h Money bitch say
What you still a Ca$h Money bitch
Manny: My nigga Baby ya wit me baby: Fa sho
Manny: Now bring it to the McMelph Caliope

Niggas livin for the Sunday
On the lake bakin cake watchin niggas
Ridin round with they honey
(Drinkin Daquiri) Hoes packin
White folks actin
Givin tickets nigga for the jackin
Niggas 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 motherfuckin feds
Chilly Chilly actin silly, but cha name killa
Told me he gon' kill him a nigga
Suga Slim, all in, game tight
And we just about to start
This all night flight