right look left and fake her out, haaa cuz i get back to the money if i ever leave boomerang back to the money chorus: all i think about is money and
like Got a Southern ass truck with a Southern ass dog Got a big big system knockin' pictures off the wall Got a big Southern party drivin' big seven
your rich relatives They just might put you in their will And that pays big money and we're all into that It pays big money and big money's where it
money Oh yeah! Big, big money, ooh Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme Some o' that big money Oh yeah! That's what I want Well all right (All right) Ohh, big, big money (Money
stands Saluting in the air Phones are tapped, wires are out Spies are everywhere Big money, big gun Big money, big money Big money, big gun Big money, big money
shotguns my judge jury and Johnny Cochran Movin' on the stash, first we get the cash For the fast money, I smash a niggaz shit like a crash dummy Ask money
[Next] Whoahhh yes (Next) Honey yes yes (Big Pun) Intro/Chorus: Big Pun and Next (Sex) Sex money and drugs (Money) Where I rest it's all about
lives it's high in spite We struggled, but we came up Go, you can look in my eyes see G's for life Talking money bring my name up We can smoke, we can
, I'm good I'm diamonds up against the wood Richest nigga from the hood Four amplifiers, four 24 tires Fuck professional liars, fo' show enter our fire In a big
And I'm gone I come with, TV's and DVD's in the cars, and I Pack a big dick down in the drawers I'm the neighborhood pickle slinger, pain bringer Super sick big
up, if you want ya fame up I'm the big money heavyweight Big trucks, big nuts, nigga big guns Big figgaz, big niggas big hood luv And keep it real and
pull out the fo fo Made niggas lay it down on the floor That's when the police came The fire engine truck and the ambulance Bitch still bustin' shots like Jesse James Big Money
, I'm gonna freak me a gangsta Okay, mami, your so gangsta 'cause she fuck with nothin' but gangsta Type a nigga that a stank a gangsta Drink Hypnotiq an' she roll big
and pull a tree Shut the fuck up, bitch and listen to me Don't worry what I'm doing and who the fuck, I'm screwing My money run long like J.R Yewin
eyes, and ask her could she kiss this I do you, but never ever him he is a wimp, and you is a pimp Then she goes down, to my brown, one eye, big guy,
get played like a pool party Trick money, get nothing bitch, get the fuck Give me something for my money, ma You know the score, long dick, big pimps
smoke no Gs in sight And no cris to bust no wheels on bikes And no pussy to fuck nobody to like But can you see life roomin' with no money and goods Big money
So get straight or get this gun in your face And fuck around and be a whole 'nother killing In the sky blue Bentley, 23's they spinnin' Big Money Heavyweight
