Текст песни Fiend f Mia X - Big Timer
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Chorus [Fiend]: X 2Whoa there, big timer, big timerI got money to the ceilingWhoa there, big timerWon`t `cha, make your money and do what ya wanna[Mia X]Let the champagne glasses, cashes, comin out the assDrinks for everybody, biggest mama stickin up the tab (Mama Mia)Don`t even ask if I could handle itBitch you didn`t know I`m stackin ends like the Clampets (There it is)Down south hustlin, workin my musc-linMint greens labeled in God we trust`nBustin at the haters in the way of progressCause I ain`t tryin to live from month to month (Naw) That`s stressI only want the best that there is off the topBut I ain`t bout to brag about the shit I don`t gotSo when you see the E4-20 know that it`s mine, paid out in fullSo I put it in my rhymeThirty two hundred square foot, no doubtManicured landscape, and this my housePaid out too, so I know I got the roomTo state the fact that them hoes don`t like thatBut fuck that big timers put your knot in the airAnd cock your nine for them jackers out thereLive your life, boyChorus X 2[Fiend]I be crackin like chiropractorsFiend the young bachelorThat`s too many muthafuckin million dollars, what I`m afterMeal ticket stash-a from brick flippin plasterNow forever paid with Mama Mia and the MasterI cause disasters from the S`s to the GNo clubs won`t start without the presense of meYa better ask somebody, my cake give knee chillsGivin migraine headaches from breakin these billsSee these chills but can`t get to it, we way outEvery (?) that I drive on chrome, is paid outClose to the house on the hill, but no wifeTake the diamonds out my Rol, your house have no lightThe more ice, I`m wicked you`re sick, and just piss yaMight take a long line, the dance floor on WhispersChorus X 2