Текст (слова) песни: Fiend f Mia X - Big Timer

 
Chorus [Fiend]: X 2 
Whoa there, big timer, big timer 
I got money to the ceiling 
Whoa there, big timer 
Won`t `cha, make your money and do what ya wanna 
 
[Mia X] 
Let the champagne glasses, cashes, comin out the ass 
Drinks for everybody, biggest mama stickin up the tab (Mama Mia) 
Don`t even ask if I could handle it 
Bitch you didn`t know I`m stackin ends like the Clampets (There it is) 
Down south hustlin, workin my musc-lin 
Mint greens labeled in God we trust`n 
Bustin at the haters in the way of progress 
Cause I ain`t tryin to live from month to month (Naw) That`s stress 
I only want the best that there is off the top 
But I ain`t bout to brag about the shit I don`t got 
So when you see the E4-20 know that it`s mine, paid out in full 
So I put it in my rhyme 
Thirty two hundred square foot, no doubt 
Manicured landscape, and this my house 
Paid out too, so I know I got the room 
To state the fact that them hoes don`t like that 
But fuck that big timers put your knot in the air 
And cock your nine for them jackers out there 
Live your life, boy 
 
Chorus X 2 
 
[Fiend] 
I be crackin like chiropractors 
Fiend the young bachelor 
That`s too many muthafuckin million dollars, what I`m after 
Meal ticket stash-a from brick flippin plaster 
Now forever paid with Mama Mia and the Master 
I cause disasters from the S`s to the G 
No clubs won`t start without the presense of me 
Ya better ask somebody, my cake give knee chills 
Givin migraine headaches from breakin these bills 
See these chills but can`t get to it, we way out 
Every (?) that I drive on chrome, is paid out 
Close to the house on the hill, but no wife 
Take the diamonds out my Rol, your house have no light 
The more ice, I`m wicked you`re sick, and just piss ya 
Might take a long line, the dance floor on Whispers 
 
Chorus X 2
 

Другие песни Fiend f Mia X :

Big Timer