Got Everything lyrics

Artist	Big Tymers
Album(s)	Big Money Heavywight

Lyrics

(Feat. tateeze)

[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 !

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