Got Everything Lyrics

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