Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
Swizz Beatz
Swizz Beatz
Vocals
Kenneth Lewis
Kenneth Lewis
Guitar
Brent Kolatalo
Brent Kolatalo
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter
Kasseem Dean
Kasseem Dean
Songwriter
Justin Smith
Justin Smith
Songwriter
Kenneth Lewis
Kenneth Lewis
Songwriter
Brent Kolatalo
Brent Kolatalo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Just Blaze
Just Blaze
Producer
Ian Kimmel
Ian Kimmel
Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
David Anthony Bermudez
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
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