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(feat. Kevin Cossom) [Chorus:] If I got rich one day I won the lotto I'll be up in the club, drunk, poppin' bottles I'm a live it up like it ain't no tomorrow Big Time, Big Time, Big Time But I got to get it my way I know it ain't pretty Well, I'll be doing my thang til them boys come & get me I'll be doing my thang til I run my whole city Big Time, Big Time, Big Time [E-40:] (Uuuugggggghhhhh!) I get to it, I hustle, I get it in Trying to win like Steve Wynn Money long like Jay Leno chin I didn't put nothing in my government I paid my bills in money orders When I was in the trap hella heavy When I used to quarterback that yolla Perm down to my shoulders Trying to get it while it's good Letras de cancionesTil the po po's headquarters up a hub station in our hood A lot of these rappers don't even sound like they believable But you can ask your uncle & your daddy about EFeazible They'll say he the gospel he a for real fisher He used to cop from me, now I cop from that nigga Had to share the same bath water with my brother Used to argue, fuss & fight over pillows & covers The low man at the bottom of the totem pole Used to go the Salvation Army for school clothes Now I'm a whaler, tycoon bra, everyday is Christmas Record company, real estate, food & beverage dealers [Chorus] [E-40:] Pimpin is ugly out here, it's gross Best friend will try to sneak if you let him get too close The body will fall if you kill the head Lovers turn quick, they forget who buttered their bread What was you tellin' them I was just tellin' one my dudes they threw the old rules out the window Created they own new set of rules When the shit in the air Be a man, you can't be scared Try to nip it at the bud before it get too outta hand I got some real ones in the pen That I visit cause they my folks Up in there programming (what they making?) Making diamonds outta soap Just got my car up out the shop (what you got in it?) Retarded knock Use the loot that I won at a crap game And painted it butterscotch You can hear me throbbing up the block from miles away My neighbor loose it Po Po's pull me over at least 3 times a day for my music My over head $60, 000 a month total Conducting business on my Sidekick Tmobile [Chorus] [Bridge:] Niggas on the money On a first name basis And I ain't ate all day I want my birthday cake So if it ain't about the money You can get it out my face If it ain't about money You can go out the other way Cause I always been about my dough When they see you doing good They want to catch you slipping (Ooohhhh!) Cause them boys going to look out you know That ain't gone ever stop me Now don't you worry about me, I'm a G [Chorus] From Letras Mania