Big Time

[Chorus:] If I got rich one day, I won the lotto I'll be up in the club, drunk, poppin' bottles Imma live it up like it ain't no tomorrow Big time, big time, big time, big time But I got to get it my way, I know it ain't pretty Well, I'll be doing my thang till them boys come and get me I'll be doing my thang till I run my whole city Big time, big time, big time, big time [Verse 1:} I get to it, I hustle, I get it in, trying to win like Steve Wynn Money long like Jay Leno chin, I didn't put nothing in my government I paid my bills in money orders when I was in the trap hella heavy When I used to quarterback that yolla Perm down to my shoulders trying to get it while it's good Til the po po's headquarters up a hub station in our hood A lot of these rappers don't even sound like they believable But you can ask your daddy and uncle about E feasible They'll say he the gospel, he a for real fisher He used to cop from me, now I cop from that nigga Had to share the same bath water with my brother Used to argue, fuss and fight over pillows and covers The low man at the bottom of the totem pole Used to go the Salvation Army for school clothes Now I'm a whaler, tycoon bro, everyday is Christmas Record company, real estate, food and beverage dealers [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Pimpin' is ugly out here, it's gross Best friend will try to sneak if you let him get too close The body will fall if you kill the head What else? Lovers turn quick, they forget who buttered their bread What was you tellin' them? I was just tellin' one my dudes They threw the old rules out the window Created they own new set of rules When the shit in the air Be a man, you can't be scared But you can't be Try to nip it at the bud before it get too outta hand Before what? I got some real ones in the pen That I visit cause they my folks Up in there programming What they making? Making diamonds outta soap Just got my car up out the shop What you got in it? Retarded knock Use the loot that I won at a crap game And painted it butterscotch You can hear me throbbing up the block from miles away My neighbours loose it Po-po's pull me over at least 3 times a day for my music (ugh) My over head 60,000 dollaz a month total What else? Conducting business on my sidekick T-mobile [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Niggas on the money on a first name basis And I ain't ate all day, I want my birthday cake So if it ain't about the money, you can get it out my face If it ain't about money you can walk the other way Cause I always been about my dough When they see you doing good, they want to catch you slipping Cause them boys going to look out you know That ain't gone ever stop me, now don't you worry about me [Chorus]