Big Tymers Feat Juvenile Try`n 2 Make A Million Lyrics

Try`n 2 Make A Million Lyrics

Big Tymers feat. Juvenile

 

 Try'n 2 Make A Million

 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