Текст песни Fiend - Big Timer
Fiend - Big Timer слова песни
Chorus [Fiend]: X 2
Whoa there, big timer, big timer
I got money to the ceiling
Whoa there, big timer
Won`t `cha, make your money and do what ya wanna
[Mia X]
Let the champagne glasses, cashes, comin out the ass
Drinks for everybody, biggest mama stickin up the tab (Mama Mia)
Don`t even ask if I could handle it
Bitch you didn`t know I`m stackin ends like the Clampets (There it is)
Down south hustlin, workin my musc-lin
Mint greens labeled in God we trust`n
Bustin at the haters in the way of progress
Cause I ain`t tryin to live from month to month (Naw) That`s stress
I only want the best that there is off the top
But I ain`t bout to brag about the shit I don`t got
So when you see the E4-20 know that it`s mine, paid out in full
So I put it in my rhyme
Thirty two hundred square foot, no doubt
Manicured landscape, and this my house
Paid out too, so I know I got the room
To state the fact that them hoes don`t like that
But fuck that big timers put your knot in the air
And cock your nine for them jackers out there
Live your life, boy
Chorus X 2
[Fiend]
I be crackin like chiropractors
Fiend the young bachelor
That`s too many muthafuckin million dollars, what I`m after
Meal ticket stash-a from brick flippin plaster
Now forever paid with Mama Mia and the Master
I cause disasters from the S`s to the G
No clubs won`t start without the presense of me
Ya better ask somebody, my cake give knee chills
Givin migraine headaches from breakin these bills
See these chills but can`t get to it, we way out
Every (?) that I drive on chrome, is paid out
Close to the house on the hill, but no wife
Take the diamonds out my Rol, your house have no light
The more ice, I`m wicked you`re sick, and just piss ya
Might take a long line, the dance floor on Whispers
Chorus X 2