Big Timer Lyrics

Big Timer lyrics

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