*featuring Tateeze
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[Baby Talking:]
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Ay, Big Money Heavyweight, ay Fresh we back at it daddy, Big Tymers, summertime boy
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[Verse 1 (Baby)]
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See its summertime homie and we born to shine,
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Cadillac dipped grill with the 9 on line,
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Keep the ice on packed, with the big mack stacks,
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Rims dipped the same colour as the new Cadillac,
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See we lace our hoes, and smoke our dro'
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When we go to the club, we go through the back door,
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With the nine on my waistline (waistline)
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Any nigga act up he get that nine to his fuckin' mind
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Homie still doing time (doing time), son a sack thru his mind
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he get it thru the pipeline,
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flicks, so you see how we shine, everybody know stunna so you know I'm doing mines,
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Its a vision of dreams with Cadillac machines, get loot, not hoes if you know what I mean
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Gotta hustle and grind, keep the money on your mind,
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Summertime all hoods, blow up and shine
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[Chorus X2 (Tateeze & Baby)]
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[Tateeze]
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Got everything they ever built, everything they ever made
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[Baby]
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And on my bed, I even got a mink spread
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[Tateeze]
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On all my cars, gotta have spinning blades
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[Baby]
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And all my toys, gotta have an infared
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[Verse 2 (Mannie Fresh)]
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Six years ago, a friend of mine
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Said its gon' rain before the sunshine,
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Some gon' lead, some gon' follow,
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Some gon' spit, some gon' swallow,
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Now where you going ?, where you been ?
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And whats your angle, and how you fit in,
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So this time I made up my mind,
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Fuck being broke, its time to shine,
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Kiss my momma, tell my daddy I'm gone,
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Baby boy on his way to make a song,
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From a quarter to a dollar to a five to a ten
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You are witnessing,
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The rise of a young black entrepreneur,
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Spread my wings, I'm about to soar,
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two million, three million nigga I did it,
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two billion, three billion nigga lets get it,
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[Chorus X2]
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[Verse 3 (Baby & Mannie Fresh)]
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[Baby]
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See I'm a neighbourhood baller with the beamers and sprawlers,
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The broads keep callin cuz baby I'm ballin'
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Hood rich shit with these ghettos and bricks,
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Stunna back at it ma' with that brand new six,
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Stunna got that caddy with the bubble eye lips,
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Fully equipped whips to custom made shit,
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Now everything is wet, and everything is slick,
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and everything is paid, mannie mink pimp
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[Mannie Fresh]
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You scared, get the new escalade,
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The long motherfucker get the head done in suede,
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Shining at its best, nigga wear your vest,
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Southern ass nigga with his shirts and jeans fresh,
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I like them starched heavy, big box chevy,
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Head till' I'm dead from my ol' girl Debbie,
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Don't try it, buy it, if its factory, amplify it,
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Might go nitro, ignite it,
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[Chorus X2]
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[Baby's voice overlapping, talking]
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Yeah !, I see ya Casey, I see ya fam, Gilly, Mikkey, Boo, Mike, Stone, Lac, d-boy Ceedy
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Wop, ay Ta I got you girl, I'm a hold us down shorty, we gon buy us some new private jets,
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yeah,
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Weezy We, Young Money, Squad up nigga, Mannie Freezie, Suga Slim, Joe and Greg, I got us baby,
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Hold on nigga, its all good homie, ay Rodney !, its ya boy, its Bird Beezy my Neezy, we
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riding for ya Darkchild
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in the building nigga, yeah, ay Tanto, I ain't forget bout you nigga, uptown we in this bitch
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nigga, ay ay, we riding
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till the wheels fall off nigga, guaranteed we wont look back from here nigga,
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We keeping it hood, you know, we only know it one way nigga, yeah yeah, ah !
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Got Everything
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