gun, got time and a half Got hazard pay, just the fuck what you would do We just want, we just need We just want, we just need big money
Übersetzung: Big Black. Big Money.
Kay One cash money brothers (cash money money brothers) cash money brothers (cash money money brothers) cash money brothers (cash money money brothers
of the woods I could hop out on any step in any hood Niggaz know me and will come up and wanna fuck with me bad A click of niggaz with choppers in black
with me for a minute in New Orleans I'ma show you how we do it [B.G.] Look, me and my clique all ex-drug addicts And we got big money spending habits
ball 'til we fall - can you feel that? Yeeeeeaaaaahhhhh [Mannie] Come on, let's do this shit - yo, my party don't quit And every record Cash Money put
O. Some people live some people get smoked Life trap get crossed up by them dog hoes Like shit get masked out over dog hoes Really doe Bullet holes be so big
: Verse One: Turk In the Lex we gettin blunted Fuckin hoes and countin money Niggas bout anything head bustin and rap hustlin Niggas that seventeen
Second line Sunday Uptown thats the day bout stuntin' Niggas in big bodies on chrome, got the trunk straight rumpin You see them motorbike boys, niggas in z's You see big
My company on the move we bought the benz 500 A.K.'s and glocks, in the back the Lexus jeeps Havin' big baller parties every other week This is the clique nigga 2-2-6 Black
this world wit da black girl [Baby] Keep my nina for self protection [the B.G.] Just in case a reppin ass nigga wanna start reppin [Baby] I'm bout money
Down with black connection to the finish, we bout killin' niggaz too Spend your bin quickly, make you suffer, die slowly You hit enough, I'm about to down, play the scenery Big
I'm stop or get stopped so you love that I'm flip or get flopped that a must black All 17 come up out the glock Oh that's a must black, all 50 come out
blown away Niggas playa-hatin' ? What kinda shit is that to say? Fuckin'-up my pay, better get a nigga straight (??) in a hurry I'll have your mommy black
real niggas In the steel for real nigga (Chorus) Verse Four: B.G. I be quick wit choppers Splittin heads for nothing Big Tyme hustlaz flow short and frontin I'm bout money
rope nigga [Chorus] [Talking: B.G.] I want a mil ticket (gettin wicked), mil ticket On the real, V.L., my nigga Big Moe, 2-2-3 L.T., Adam, G.A., Black
and fancy car's all Big Tymers just buyin' Lyin' to these broads because we got it like that Black on black army truck we ridin' like that None of us want beef black
I like to ride fly BG got a F-1-5-Oh, Mannie Fresh got a Suburban on mo-moes Now me Baby, a big body Benz Expedition, my black cat and my Hummer my friend
