Money & Power - Big Tymers

If you could be me for an hour

Have Money and Power

Stand tall and ball and send your records to Tower

You Would love that (Hot, Hot)

You Would love that (Hot, Hot)

If you could be me for an hour

Have Money and Power

Stand tall and ball and send your records to Tower

You Would love that (Hot, Hot)

You Would love that (Hot, Hot)

Nigga, get your shit together

Tell the homeboys, we gon' shine in the rainy weather

Strap up we gon' ride tonight

Cause all I wan' do is play with hoes tonight

And my Rollies with my bezel speak through the ice

Let my Jag drop top speak through the gold headlights

Man, I’m on an all-night flight

Worth about a millie on a silly night

On the really, I’m worth about a hundred millie on a rainy night

Playboy and my game be tight

I wanna holla at my little brother L, he restin' in peace

My daddy Johnny, playa he restin' in peace

Or my momma Gladys or my sister Noreese

Man half of my family already deceased

But this baller life don’t mean nothin' to me

Playa if I can’t share it with my muthafuckin' family

I’ma roll with my heat and ride with my H.B.'s

And make all my hoes say the love me

Fitted hats, stayin' strap, Ree’s on my feet

Ask 'Lac playboy if you don’t believe me

You better stay strapped rollin' in the UPT

Besides all these cars and all these broads

Holla at me playa thangs for 10 a key

Playboy you could believe me

If you could be me for an hour

Have Money and Power

Stand tall and ball and send your records to Tower

You Would love that (Hot, Hot)

You Would love that (Hot, Hot)

If you could be me for an hour

Have Money and Power

Stand tall and ball and send your records to Tower

You Would love that (Hot, Hot)

You Would love that (Hot, Hot)

It was one summer night in the middle of June

Me and Belle blowin' blunts up under the moon

When this nigga 'cross the street start talkin' shit

Tellin' all his jive niggas that my music don’t hit

See I payed it no matter

Every album gets hotter, than the last one, partner

What’s ya real reason nigga, for hatin' me, man?

Cause the bitch that ya wit', was datin' me, man?

You 'bout hoe shit

Keep it on the down low shit

Hoe broke and lonely, don’t know shit

Usually Captain Kirk a bitch

I’ll rough a bitch

'Til she say, «I had enough shit»

I know ya bumpin' Cash Money, ya like Manny tracks

Got ya Sony CD pumped up to the max

You should be on Jerry Springer, cause nigga you the king of

Hatin' on niggas that’s keepin' it real

Big Tymers had money before the record deal

Uh, If fuckin' music don’t work nigga then I still got the wheels

Hmm, How you diggin' that

How you diggin' that

How you diggin' that

If you could be me for an hour

Have Money and Power

Stand tall and ball and send your records to Tower

You Would love that (Hot, Hot)

You Would love that (Hot, Hot)

If you could be me for an hour

Have Money and Power

Stand tall and ball and send your records to Tower

You Would love that (Hot, Hot)

You Would love that (Hot, Hot)

If you could be me for an hour

Have Money and Power

Stand tall and ball and send your records to Tower

You Would love that (Hot, Hot)

You Would love that (Hot, Hot)

If you could be me for an hour

Have Money and Power

Stand tall and ball and send your records to Tower

You Would love that (Hot, Hot)

You definitely would love that (Hot, Hot)

I owe my dedication to my homeboy Manny

Cause I’d probably still be in a penitentiary

Or still selling yey on these dark city streets

Or duckin' these haters tryin' to visit me

Or the feds, want me to face 4 to 40 for conspiracy

Playboy this life is real to me

I’m rollin' Uptown wit' automatic artillery

All I can say is Fresh kept it real wit' me

But I know my lil B.G.

could feel me

That’s why I’m hollerin' Chopper City in my song nigga

And you wearin' earrings with bezels cause I bought 'em nigga

But you the reason why I keep it real with niggas

Juvenile came and formed this Hot Boy Clique

And Lil' Weezy I know you planted the seed

And when it comes I know you gon' name it after me

I owe it all to the Lord and to Suga Slim for savin' me

From these guns, round the white

And puttin' that iron on another nigga son

And tellin' me that I can be all gravy

And tellin' me that I could save this nigga Baby

And if you don’t believe me playa I put it on that '99 big body Benz

And the Lord and My friends cause Cash Money out to win

Playboy you could believe that

How You Love That Boy

Hah Nigga, How You Love That Playa

Tell Me nigga, How You Love That Playa

Hah Nigga, How You Love That Playa

It’s all gravy baby

Nigga been havin' shit nigga

Ridin' flossin' before we did all this shit nigga

Living in million dollar homes nigga

Everybody in my clique ride on chrome nigga

I don’t make no nigga wait for shit

Once we want it we gon' get that shit

Playboy you could believe that