Big Ballin'

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
How you ride? Who you ride with player?
How you ride play boy?
How you been men? Come on let make it boy
What is it?

I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say, "Money makin' nigga for sure"
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin' on these hoes
See these broads want stars
Big dicks down in the draws
Seven days a week seven brand new cars
Yeah I done it parkin' GS 300

Check us and front it the Navigator
Garage with the elevator, you not a hater
Then press second floor
So you can see the motherfuckin' Big Tymers car show
Now on the left side we got the brand new Benz
And on the right side bitches shakin' ass for ends
And in the middle niggas throwin' 20s and tens
And up top niggas drinkin' juices with gin juices with gin juices with gin

News cars pretty broads, neighborhood superstars
Going far, goin' to the super bowl
In the hole and I owe my nigga for frontin' me two kilos
Yellow ice with new heights, hoes got my name right
Fame got my motherfuckin' game tight
Dirt digger, ho go-get her, nigga outta line
Playboy I got ten on ya feet
Car China, rim blinder, 20 inch rider

Nigga and you can ride right beside me
Titty watch you, ho stopper, VCR tape popper
Neighborhood naked flick watch you
Border line Hen' (Hennessy) popper
Byran is my heart and Pearl is my number one chick
And Cash Money Records gone run this nationwide shit
And player you can believe that shit

Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe
Big big big ballin' is my hobby
Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe
Big big big ballin' is my hobby
Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe
Big big big ballin' is my hobby
Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe
Big big big ballin' is my hobby

I see you jockin' Baby 'cause he got a Mercedes
And ya know about his ladies and all his babies

I know what they like them brand new bikes
So we can ride around town like Tina and Ike
I'ma shine 'til I die nigga
We worldwide everybody know Cash Money ride or die nigga

20 inch wheels is what I roll
And when I pass yo bitch all outta control

Buyin' Lexus Land Cruisers
The four-seven the big pipe user, ho abuser

Its the project sticker man, full of liquor man
Ridin' with ya bitch with the Tymers playin'

Ballin' everyday popin' Dom P bottles
Ball 'til ya fall is the Cash Money motto
Flashy cars, pretty broads
The word uptown we bought these cars
For girls I bought pretty jewels with new shoes
With tattoos, a Cash Money motto do what you gotta do

Fight who you gotta fight, shoot who you gotta shoot
Boot who you gotta boot, do what you gotta do

Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe
Big big big ballin' is my hobby
Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe
Big big big ballin' is my hobby
Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe
Big big big ballin' is my hobby
Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe
Big big big ballin' is my hobby

Ten years ago a friend of mine
Brought me to uptown second line
Met meatball, nair, anglin mets
Want you do a DJ in the jets
Bought two Triggermans and Brown beats

Now you can pop that pussy in the middle of the street
Best believe next week I'ma be downtown
Point court St. Bernard bitch throwin' down
Then I'm mosy on down cross the kanel
Put up the mic 'cause I got a fuckin' story ta tell
Teresa

You's a Cash Money bitch say what you still a Cash Money bitch
I say lil Lisa
You still a Cash Money bitch say what you still a Cash Money bitch
My nigga Baby ya with me
For sure
Now bring it to the McMelph Caliope

Niggas livin' for the Sunday
On the lake bakin' cake watching niggas ridin' round with they honey
(Drinkin' Daquiri) hoes packin', white folks actin'
Giving tickets nigga for the jackin'
Niggas feudin', game losin'
Lil' told me to watch these hoes tryin' to abuse me

Joe Casey, goin' crazy
My homeboy told me to watch these motherfuckin' feds
Chilly Chilly actin' silly, but ya name killer
Told me he gon' kill him a nigga
Suga Slim, all in, game tight
And we just about to start this all night flight



Credits
Writer(s): Byron O. Thomas, Bryan Williams
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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