Try'n 2 Make a Million - Big Tymers feat Juvenile
{Juvenile}
Do you know what this ballin is, I'm talking bout marble floors
Tricks in private jets, hoes behind Rover doors
You talked about me bad but what you doin
Nothin but walkin round tha projects shoo-shooing
Get mad when I flash tha karats don't want to see me have it
I guess tomorrow I'll be smokin a 'gar in Paris
My cellular ring, ok let's pick up this change
Beeper blowin up, I'm lookin down at tha game
I'm steady changin cars so tha feds won't mess wit me
Park tha Q 4-5 and hop in tha Cherokee
At about 8:30 I'll be rollin in a millennium
Sippin on condact on my way to my condominium
Been rollin livin lavish, eatin in commanders palace
B_tches attracted to tha savage
Where n_ggas is chillin, sleepin in tha Royal Senesta
My girlfriend is my berretta, I never left her
What you know about them Beamers and Moe-Moe's
Them Lexus 4-doors and them '97 Volvos
Hell I might as well buy me a castle instead
And get fed some grace by Miss USA
{Hook (Juvenile)}
How can I make a million?
Without tha feds investigating my building
I know n_ggas gone try me, I'ma have to kill them
But I'ma keep on makin money up until then
{Baby}
Golds and hoes, n_ggas doin videos
My everyday wear is Reeboks and Girbauds
Young n_gga look I'm smarter than Russell Simmons
And I got more money than tha average n_gga
I done sold coke n_gga, I done hit blocks
I done sold rocks, tha cheap sh_t had to stop
I had to be tha biggest n_gga on VL block
So I bust open me a quarter ki spot
Two G's a Q-P, now my block is hot
A hundred G's a week n_gga, so I couldn't stop
Now I done stole me a few ki's
I'm tha only young n_gga Uptown frontin Q-P's
You don't believe me ask Joe Casey
My background coke history speak for me
Diamonds and gold all across tha T-O-P
And all these hoes wanna ride in my Lexus Jeep
If it ain't cheddar or cheese it ain't gravy
And these car stealin hoes stay up off tha street
And these playa hatin n_ggas need to stop passin through tha UPT
And all my new hoes gone ride in my Hummer
But I got a top of tha line b_tch beside me
And if a n_gga f_ck up my hoe gone ride for me
See I'll put change on my own brain
B_tch I spent 50 G's bullet proofin my Hummer man
25 G's on Fresh's Suburban n_gga
We all pack vests n_gga, I know you heard me n_gga
Big Rufus got a Tec and a Lex and he flexin
And if a n_gga disrespect God gone have to bless em
And let his mom dress em cause it's all good
It's all gravy, b_tch n_gga stop playa hatin
{Hook}
{Mannie Fresh}
I done did more hoes than Michael Jackson done shows
I done made more money than Tommy sale clothes
I don't think that you can umout shine me man
You need to um stand behind me man
Come through this b_tch lit up like December
Givin all these pretty hoes something to remember
I'ma n_gga wit some endangered specie boots
Spillin crystal on tha floor oppps
Picture me and yo old' lady b_tt naked and sh_t
She drunker than a muthaf_cka, s_ckin my d_ck
I just gave yo hoe a hundred for her trouble
And I'm telling her we can bade in Moet bubbles
Separate my money, and then
Big Tymers whip they ass wit 20's and 10's
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