Chorus [Fiend]: X 2
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Whoa there, big timer, big timer
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I got money to the ceiling
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Whoa there, big timer
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Won't 'cha, make your money and do what ya wanna
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[Mia X]
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Platium champagne glasses, cashes, comin out the ass
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Drinks for everybody, biggest mama stickin up the tab (Mama Mia)
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Don't even ask if I could handle it
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Bitch you didn't know I'm stackin ends like the Clampets (There it is)
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Down south hustlin, workin my musc-lin
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Mint greens labeled in God we trust'n
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Bustin at the haters in the way of progress
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Cause I ain't tryin to live from month to month (Naw) That's stress
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I only want the best that there is off the top
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But I ain't bout to brag about the shit I don't got
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So when you see the E4-20 know that it's mine, paid out in full
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So I put it in my rhyme
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Thirty two hundred square foot, no doubt
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Manicured landscape, and this my house
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Paid out too, so I know I got the room
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To state the fact that them hoes don't like that
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But fuck that big timers put your knot in the air
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And cock your nine for them jackers out there
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Live your life, boy
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Chorus X 2
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[Fiend]
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I be crackin like chiropractors
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Fiend the young bachelor
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That's too many muthafuckin million dollars, what I'm after
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Meal ticket stash-a from brick flippin plaster
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Now forever paid with Mama Mia and the Master
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I cause disasters from the S's to the G
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No clubs won't start without the presense of me
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Ya better ask somebody, my cake give knee chills
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Givin migraine headaches from breakin these bills
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See these chills but can't get to it, we way out
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Every (?) that I drive on chrome, is paid out
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Close to the house on the hill, but no wife
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Take the diamonds out my Rol, your house have no light
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The more ice, I'm wicked you're sick, and just piss ya
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Might take a long line, the dance floor on Whispers
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Chorus X 2
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Big Timer
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Fiend |