Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Vocals
Swizz Beatz
Vocals
Kenneth Lewis
Guitar
Brent Kolatalo
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter
Kasseem Dean
Songwriter
Justin Smith
Songwriter
Kenneth Lewis
Songwriter
Brent Kolatalo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Just Blaze
Producer
Ian Kimmel
Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
David Anthony Bermudez
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Survivin' R. Kelly, registered pedophiles
Tried to feed all my **** and spread the cheddar round
Got a castle in Cali where I quote Qu'ran
It's a mansion full of gods till I pass the baton
I bow my head, you know what's next
I say my prayers, hands across my chest
[Verse 2]
Breakin' shackles, I'm that **** disobeyin' his master
Paper chasin', standin' still, this is a fuckin' disaster
Emmet Till, cement shoes, can I live? My mama rent due
Penal systems come to The Source, Benzino of C-notes
G don't wanna see it unless it Moschino
It ain't really real until it's a kilo
I just spoke to Meech, I think I'm Pacino
I just spoke to Meech, I think I'm Pacino
[Verse 3]
BIG TYME, I just do it BIG TYME
All my **** really do it BIG TYME
Lil' **** but we do it BIG TYME
Started with a nickel rock, now I'm BIG TYME
BIG TYME, BIG TYME, BIG TYME
Lookin' in the mirror, ****, yeah, you're BIG TYME
[Verse 4]
They hated on you, dawg, but you're BIG TYME
Talk behind your back 'cause you BIG TYME
BIG TYME, BIG TYME
You a bad bitch, shawty, but you BIG TYME
Yeah, you got small feet but you BIG TYME
Bad bitches, BIG TYME
Real **** gotta do it BIG TYME
Two-seater, BIG TYME
Throw your keys to your bitch, ****, BIG TYME
[Verse 5]
BIG TYME, BIG TYME, BIG TYME, BIG TYME
My mama gotta come to me because I'm BIG TYME
BIG TYME, real ****, BIG TYME
I don't give a fuck, bitch, 'cause I'm BIG TYME
Till the day I die, I swear to God, I'm BIG TYME
[Verse 6]
I pray somebody tell you 'bout these bumpy roads
Only maps to follow is your bible quotes
And all them things your grandmother and father spoke
I watch your actions not just captions in the shit you post
Cappin' on ****, that shit'll get you smoked
But if you rap a lil' different that shit'll get you more
Just like baggin' them nickels up and down different coasts
I be stackin' them tickets, I'm tryna sit wit' Hov'
I be stackin' my tickets , I'm tryna sit wit' hoes
[Verse 7]
I was washin' the dishes, but now I get to toast
I'm just talkin' to bitches while they sippin' mimosas
We could gossip 'bout the digits, discuss a few numbers
Too many losses inside these trenches, don't let this become us
[Verse 8]
I just a got a crib in Chile to chill a few summers
Or catch me out in Haiti, still runnin' up numbers
If I look you into your eyes then I made you a promise
Miami Heat, I rep like my name Udonis
[Verse 9]
Lookin' in the mirror, ****, yeah, you're BIG TYME
They hated on you, dawg, but you're BIG TYME
Talk behind your back 'cause you BIG TYME
BIG TYME, BIG TYME, BIG TYME
You a bad bitch, shawty, but you BIG TYME
Yeah, you got small feet but you BIG TYME
Bad bitches, BIG TYME
Real **** gotta do it BIG TYME
Two-seater, BIG TYME
Throw your keys to your bitch, ****, BIG TYME
[Verse 10]
BIG TYME, BIG TYME
My barber gotta come to me because I'm BIG TYME
BIG TYME, real ****, BIG TYME
I don't give a fuck, bitch, 'cause I'm BIG TYME
Till the day I die, I swear to God, I'm BIG TYME
Written by: Brent Kolatalo, Justin Smith, Kasseem Dean, Kenneth Lewis, William Leonard Roberts II