Big Ballin'

I told your fucking ass I'd be back

In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac

License plate say money making ****, for sure

Chilling by your boy house, kissing on these hoes

See these broads want stars

Big dicks down in the drawers

Seven days a week, seven brand new cars

Yeah, I done it, parked the GS 300

Check us and front it, the Navigator

Garage with the elevator, you not a hater

Then press second floor

So you can see the motherfucking Big Tymers car show

Now on the left side, we got the brand new Benz

And on the right side, bitches shaking ass for ends

And in the middle, **** throwing twenties and tens

And up top, **** drinking juices with gin

Juices with gin, juices with gin

New cars, pretty broads

Neighborhood superstars, going far

Going to the Super Bowl in the hole

And I owe my **** for fronting me two kilos

Yellow ice with new heights

Hoes got my name right

Fame got my motherfucking game tight

Dirt digger, ho go-getter

**** out of line

Playboy, I got ten on your feet

Car shiner, rim blinder

Twenty inch rider

****, and you can ride right beside me

Titty watcher, ho stopper

VCR tape popper

Neighborhood naked flick watcher

Border line Hen' popper

Bryan is my heart and Pearl is my number one chick

And Ca$h Money Records gon' run this nationwide, shit

And player, you can believe that shit

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Kemosabe

Big, big, big balling is my hobby

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Kemosabe

Big, big, big balling is my hobby

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Kemosabe

Big, big, big balling is my hobby

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Kemosabe

Big, big, big balling is my hobby

I see you jocking Baby 'cause he got a Mercedes

And you know about his ladies and all his babies

I know what they like, them brand new bikes

So we can ride around town like Tina and Ike

I'ma shine till I die, ****

We worldwide, everybody know

Ca$h Money, ride or die, ****

Twenty inch wheels is what I roll

And when I pass your bitch all out of control

Buying Lexus, Land Cruisers

The four-seven, the big pipe user, hoe abuser

It's the project sticker, man

Full of liquor, man

Riding with your bitch with the Tymers playing

Balling everyday, popping Don P bottles

Ball till you fall is the Ca$h Money motto

Flashy cars, pretty broads

The word uptown, we bought these cars

For girls, I bought pretty jewels with new shoes, with tattoos

A Ca$h Money motto, do what you gotta do

Fight who you gotta fight

Shoot who you gotta shoot

Boot who you gotta boot

Do what you gotta do

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Kemosabe

Big, big, big balling is my hobby

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Kemosabe

Big, big, big balling is my hobby

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Kemosabe

Big, big, big balling is my hobby

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Kemosabe

Big, big, big balling is my hobby

Ten years ago, a friend of mine

Brought me to uptown second line

Met meatball Nair, angling Mets

What you do a DJ in the jets?

Bought two trigger mans and brown beat

Now, you can pop that pussy in the middle of the street

Best believe next week, I'ma be downtown

Point court St. Bernard, bitch, throwing down

Then I'ma mosey on down 'cross the canal

Put up the mic 'cause I got a fucking story to tell

Teresa

You's a Ca$h Money bitch

Say what? You still a Ca$h Money bitch

I say, lil' Lisa

You still a Ca$h Money bitch

Say what? You still a Ca$h Money bitch

My ****, Bebe, you with me? For sure

Now bring it to the McMelph Caliope

**** living for the Sunday on the lake

Baking cake, watching **** riding round with they honey

Drinking Daiquiri, hoes packing, white folks acting

Giving tickets, **** for the jacking

**** feuding, game losing

Lil' told me to watch these hoes tryna abuse me

Joe Casey, going crazy

My homeboy told me to watch these motherfucking feds

Chilly, chilly, acting silly

But your name Killer

Told me he gon' kill him a ****

Suga Slim, all in, game tight

And we just 'bout to start this all night flight