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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Tymers
Big Tymers
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mannie Fresh
Mannie Fresh
Producer
Mark "Exit" Goodchild
Mark "Exit" Goodchild
Recording Engineer
Steve Fisher
Steve Fisher
Assistant Recording Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Cory Williams
Cory Williams
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Ay, Big Money Heavyweight
Ay, Fresh, we back at it daddy
Big Tymers, old treat, summertime boy
See it's summertime homie and we born to shine
Cadillac dipped grill with the nine 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 **** act up he get that nine to his fuckin' mind
Homie still doing 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 everything they ever built, everything they ever made
And on my bed, I even got a mink spread
And all my cars, gotta have spinning blades
And all my toys, gotta have an infrared
Got everything they ever built, everything they ever made
And on my bed, I even got a mink spread
And all my cars, gotta have spinning 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 going? And 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 **** I did it
Two billion, three billion, **** let's get it
Got everything they ever built, everything they ever made
And on my bed, I even got a mink spread
And all my cars, gotta have spinning blades
And all my toys, gotta have an infrared
Got everything they ever built, everything they ever made
And on my bed, I even got a mink spread
And all my cars, gotta have spinning blades
And all my toys, gotta have an infrared
See, 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 everything is wet and everything is slick
And everything is paid, Mannie mink pimp
If you scared, get the new escalade
The long motherfucker get the head done in Suede
This is shining at it's best, **** wear your vest
Southern ass **** 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 its factory, amplify it
Might go Nitro, ignite it
Got everything they ever built, everything they ever made
And on my bed, I even got a mink spread
And all my cars, gotta have spinning blades
And all my toys, gotta have an infrared
Got everything they ever built, everything they ever made
And on my bed, I even got a mink spread (Yeah, I see ya Casey, I see ya fam, Gilly)
And all my cars, gotta have spinning blades (Mikkey, Boo)
And all my toys, gotta have an infrared (Mike, Stone, Lac, d-boy Ceedy)
Wop, ay, Ta I got you girl, I'm a hold us down shorty
We gon buy us some new private jets, yeah
Weezy We, Young Money, Squad up
Mannie Freezie, Suga Slim, Joe and Greg, I got us, baby
Hold on, ****, 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 ****
Yeah, ay, Tanto, I ain't forget 'bout you ****
Uptown we in this bitch, ****, ay, ay, we riding
Till the wheels fall off, ****, guaranteed
We won't look back from here, ****, yeah, yeah
We keeping it hood, you know
We only know it one way, ****, yeah, yeah, ah
Written by: Bryan Christopher Williams, Byron O. Thomas, Edith Wayne, Ronald Dunbar
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