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BIG TYMERS

Got Everything

Lyricist:Ronald Dunbar, V Smith, Byron Thomas, Edythe Wayne, Bryan Williams

Ay, Big Money Heavyweight
Ay, Fresh we back at it daddy
Big Tymers, oh Tee summertime boy

See it's 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 color 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
Any nigga act up he get that nine to his fuckin' mind
Homie still doin' time, son a sack through his mind
He get it through the pipeline

Flicks, so you see how we shine
Everybody know Stunna so you know I'm doing mines
It's 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

Got everythin' they ever built
Everythin' they ever made
And on my bed, I even got a mink spread
And all my cars, gotta have spinnin' blades
And all my toys, gotta have an infrared

Got everythin' they ever built
Everythin' they ever made
And on my bed, I even got a mink spread
And all my cars, gotta have spinnin' blades
And all my toys, gotta have an infrared

Six years ago, a friend of mine
Said it's gon' rain before the sunshine
Some gon' lead, some gon' follow
Some gon' spit, some gon' swallow

Now where you goin'? Where you been?
And what's your angle and how you fit in
So this time I made up my mind
Fuck being broke, it's 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 witnessin'

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

Got everythin' they ever built
Everythin' they ever made
And on my bed, I even got a mink spread
And all my cars, gotta have spinnin' blades
And all my toys, gotta have an infrared

Got everythin' they ever built
Everythin' they ever made
And on my bed, I even got a mink spread
And all my cars, gotta have spinnin' blades
And all my toys, gotta have an infrared

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Yo, I'm a neighborhood 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 everythin' is wet, and everythin' is slick
And everythin' is paid, mannie mink pimp

If you scared, get the new escalade
The long motherfucker get the head done in suede
This is shinin' 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 it's factory, amplify it
Might go nitro, ignite it

Got everythin' they ever built
Everythin' they ever made
And on my bed, I even got a mink spread
And all my cars, gotta have spinnin' blades
And all my toys, gotta have an infrared

Got everythin' they ever built
Everythin' they ever made
(Yeah, I see ya Casey)
And on my bed, I even got a mink spread
(I see ya Fam, Gilly, Mikkey, Boo)
And all my cars, gotta have spinnin' blades
And all my toys, gotta have an infrared
(Mike, Stone Lac, D-Boy Ceedy)

Got everythin' they ever built
Everythin' they ever made
And on my bed, I even got a mink spread
(Wop, ay Ta I got you girl)
And all my cars, gotta have spinnin' blades
(I'm a hold us down shorty)
And all my toys, gotta have an infrared
(We gon buy us some new private jets)

Got everythin' they ever built
Everythin' they ever made
(Yeah, Weezy We, Young Money)
And on my bed, I even got a mink spread
And all my cars, gotta have spinnin' blades
(Squad up nigga, Mannie Freezie)
And all my toys, gotta have an infrared
(Suga Slim, Joe and Greg)

I got us baby, hold on nigga, it's all good homie
Ay Rodney, it's ya boy, it's 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 ridin', till the wheels fall off nigga
Guaranteed we won't look back from here nigga,yeah yeah
We keeping it hood, you know
We only know it one way nigga
Yeah yeah, ah Bro I see tough Jackie Chan
Christina I'll see you girl