Big Tymers Got Everything Lyrics

Got Everything Lyrics

[Baby Talking:]
Ay, Big Money Heavyweight, ay Fresh we back at it daddy, Big
Tymers, summertime boy

[Verse 1 (Baby)]
See its summertime homie and
we born to shine,
Cadillac dipped grill with the 9 on line,
Keep the ice
on packed, with the big mack stacks,
Rims dipped the same colour as the new
Cadillac,
See we lace our hoes, and smoke our dro'
When we go to the
club, we go through the back door,
With the nine on my waistline
(waistline)
Any nigga act up he get that nine to his fuckin' mind
Homie
still doing time (doing time), son a sack thru his mind
he get it thru the
pipeline,
flicks, so you see how we shine, everybody know stunna so you know
I'm doing mines,
Its a vision of dreams with Cadillac machines, get loot, not
hoes if you know what I mean
Gotta hustle and grind, keep the money on your
mind,
Summertime all hoods, blow up and shine

[Chorus X2 (Tateeze &
Baby)]
[Tateeze]
Got everything they ever built, everything they ever
made
[Baby]
And on my bed, I even got a mink spread
[Tateeze]
On
all my cars, gotta have spinning blades
[Baby]
And all my toys, gotta
have an infared

[Verse 2 (Mannie Fresh)]
Six years ago, a friend of
mine
Said its gon' rain before the sunshine,
Some gon' lead, some gon'
follow,
Some gon' spit, some gon' swallow,
Now where you going ?, where
you been ?
And whats your angle, and how you fit in,
So this time I made
up my mind,
Fuck being broke, its time to shine,
Kiss my momma, tell my
daddy I'm gone,
Baby boy on his way to make a song,
From a quarter to a
dollar to a five to a ten
You are witnessing,
The rise of a young black
entrepreneur,
Spread my wings, I'm about to soar,
two million, three
million nigga I did it,
two billion, three billion nigga lets get
it,

[Chorus X2]

[Verse 3 (Baby & Mannie Fresh)]
[Baby]
See
I'm a neighbourhood baller with the beamers and sprawlers,
The broads keep
callin cuz baby I'm ballin'
Hood rich shit with these ghettos and
bricks,
Stunna back at it ma' with that brand new six,
Stunna got that
caddy with the bubble eye lips,
Fully equipped whips to custom made
shit,
Now everything is wet, and everything is slick,
and everything is
paid, mannie mink pimp
[Mannie Fresh]
You scared, get the new
escalade,
The long motherfucker get the head done in suede,
Shining at
its best, nigga wear your vest,
Southern ass nigga with his shirts and jeans
fresh,
I like them starched heavy, big box chevy,
Head till' I'm dead from
my ol' girl Debbie,
Don't try it, buy it, if its factory, amplify
it,
Might go nitro, ignite it,

[Chorus X2]
[Baby's voice
overlapping, talking]
Yeah !, I see ya Casey, I see ya fam, Gilly, Mikkey,
Boo, Mike, Stone, Lac, d-boy Ceedy
Wop, ay Ta I got you girl, I'm a hold us
down shorty, we gon buy us some new private jets,
yeah,
Weezy We, Young
Money, Squad up nigga, Mannie Freezie, Suga Slim, Joe and Greg, I got us
baby,
Hold on nigga, its all good homie, ay Rodney !, its ya boy, its Bird
Beezy my Neezy, we
riding for ya Darkchild
in the building nigga, yeah,
ay Tanto, I ain't forget bout you nigga, uptown we in this bitch
nigga, ay
ay, we riding
till the wheels fall off nigga, guaranteed we wont look back
from here nigga,
We keeping it hood, you know, we only know it one way
nigga, yeah yeah, ah !