Big Timers (Deluxe Version)

Yeah, WeeGee tha Hustla
Hood Committee, hello
You're talking to the Rolex wearing, diamond ring wearing
Kid stealing, wheeling, dealing, Limousine Riding, jet flying, son of a Gun

Meet me at the Nino, way in the back, I was losing like a Motherfucker, still shooting craps Nigga
Still shooting craps, still shooting, Still shooting, still shooting craps
Meet me at the Nino, way in the back, I was losing like a Motherfucker, still shooting craps Nigga!!
Still shooting craps, still shooting Still shooting,still shooting craps

I got a clear mind, you see I'm focused now, I give a flying fuck, who really come around
These bitches flirt a lot, but is you really down
I'm a real street nigga, I keep a couple rounds, my life a real movie
Sometime I'm ghetto bougie, steak with the Roman noodles, air forces with the Louis
Fuckhead give me coochie, I'm a money getter, hit it out the park nigga, champagne sipper
Recognize a real nigga, ice in the Bezel now, return on the big timers, get on my level now
Dirty dog Hustla baby, posted with the buffs baby, east side the army, better yet the navy

Meet me at the Nino, way in the back, I was losing like a motherfucker, still shooting craps nigga
Still shooting craps, still shooting, still shooting, still shooting craps
Meet me at the Nino, way in the back, I was losing like a motherfucker, still shooting craps nigga!!
Still shooting craps, still shooting still shooting,still shooting craps

I'm a real ghetto nigga, ugh I adapt to It, you see them blues in my pocket, yeah I'm back to it
A lot of jewelry around my neck, yeah I'm back on it
A hundred thousand dollars, I'll crash through it, I'm still ghetto bougie, old school on the ruccis
Pinky ring shining, like it's out the movie
A couple carats on the play crushed diamonds in my ear, Cartier Her rist Wear
I'm crazy like Nick Foley, chillin Bezel on the rollie, million dollar plan nigga, nigga
And I'm telling little youngins get Your roll on, and if you ever get Caught nigga, hold on

Meet me at the Nino, way in the back, I was losing like a motherfucker, still shooting craps nigga
Still shooting craps, still shooting, still shooting, still shooting craps
Meet me at the Nino, way in the back, I was losing like a motherfucker, still shooting craps nigga!!
Still shooting craps, still shooting still shooting,still shooting craps

It's so hard for me to sit back here in this studio looking at a guy out here Hollering my name
When last year I spent more money on spilled liquor in bars from one side of this world to the other than You made



Credits
Writer(s): Tyrice Clifton Curtis
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