I wanted I could get 100 on the tab Sell em all double down do the math Think I won't pull up in something With 200 on the dash [Chorus] Do it like I
Traducció: TI. Big Things Poppin '(Clean).
8 Keys and Jay-Z to get this city poppin' now Rob Base, Snoop Dogg to get it rockin' now Big money talkin', Mayweather - Paquiao Gucci soft up 'cause he can't
we still don't give a damn and I never gave a fuck You see I'm big timin', wrists stay blindin' Before I found freaks and my pinky ring shinin' I stay
or I'm a pic that one the chick so bad so I'm a take action. [Chorus:] Oh your cuute! I know I know I get that pretty much where ever I go I go see
I need a soldier That ain't scared to stand up for me Known to carry big things if you know what I mean If your status ain't hood I ain't checkin' for
motherfuckers talk sleeve(?) and drop, If I ain't got a weapon I'm gon pick up a rock, And when I buss your ass, I'm goin to continue to box, Get your
]: Aight, here's where I come in at... I came in this game with, bad intentions, and I ain't budged, not even an inch since then I'm stubborn, evil,
it triller than me Myself and I that's Bun B I'm a G, I'm a boss, I grip grain and I sip lean I'm ball all out with the biggest G's and spit and throw
thing Do it for my niggas locked down in the bing In the state, in the Fed pen my name rings I don't need your respect, the streets crowned me king I
him alone/ When will he die?/ I'll be at home/ Who gets his car?/ Who gets the crib?/ Those are his pills?/ I'm poppin' the lid/ I give him a week/ What
't love you like I do Didn't I tell you, boy? Didn't I tell you? Didn't I tell you? Didn't I tell you? Didn't I tell you, boy? So now, the sun comin
re up late, can't get no sleep, I'm outside Cruisin' down 5th Ave., makin' love in your ride You want that baby but I'm out here thinkin' maybe What if
guaranteed, I ain't trippin' Yo, it ain't no comparin' me to nuttin' else Untraceable, like a stealth bomber on your radar There they are, take a look, yo, I
I ain't loud around a snitch I don't crowd around a btich The jumpsuit match wit the Carolina kicks I been sick since niggaz was on Harlod Miner dick I
to bring the pain, make 'em say my name Rings have changed, shinin' like I'm Ving Rhames Or King James, hustlin', I sling game Sting lames, this money makin' things change I
know what I mean? Man, I hate makin' movies But I like that money, think I don't? Hmph Check me out, I just walk in Don't even find a seat, just threw
philosophy I'm feelin' like I won the lottery From the head to the scrotum gobblin' She even sucked my toes something slobberin' Don't even tweak, I'm a nympho ya didn't know I
