Fiend - Big Timer Lyrics
Chorus [fiend]: x 2Whoa there, big timer, big timerI got money to the ceilingWhoa there, big timerWont cha, make your money and do what ya wanna[mia x]Let the champagne glasses, cashes, comin out the assDrinks for everybody, biggest mama stickin up the tab (mama mia)Dont even ask if I could handle it***** you didnt know Im stackin ends like the clampets (there it is)Down south hustlin, workin my musc-linMint greens labeled in God we trustnBustin at the haters in the way of progressCause I aint tryin to live from month to month (naw) thats stressI only want the best that there is off the topBut I aint bout to brag about the shit I dont gotSo when you see the e4-20 know that its mine, paid out in fullSo I put it in my rhymeThirty two hundred square foot, no doubtManicured landscape, and this my housePaid out too, so I know I got the roomTo state the fact that them hoes dont like thatBut ***** that big timers put your knot in the airAnd ***** your nine for them jackers out thereLive your life, boyChorus x 2[fiend]I be crackin like chiropractorsFiend the young bachelorThats too many mutha*****in million dollars, what Im afterMeal ticket stash-a from brick flippin plasterNow forever paid with mama mia and the masterI cause disasters from the ss to the gNo clubs wont start without the presense of meYa better ask somebody, my cake give knee chillsGivin migraine headaches from breakin these billsSee these chills but cant get to it, we way outEvery (? ) that I drive on chrome, is paid outClose to the house on the hill, but no wifeTake the diamonds out my rol, your house have no lightThe more ice, Im wicked youre sick, and just piss yaMight take a long line, the dance floor on whispersChorus x 2
