* a re-issue of the original Ballin` 4 Billions
[Beelow]
What? What? What?
Off top, we flossin`...
Down South, off top,
Beelow check this out...
Remix...wha?
Chorus [Beelow]:
Big Bodies, them big bodies what`cha playin` in?
Them Big Bodies, big bodies, what`cha thuggin` in?
Big bodies, them big bodies, what`cha flossin` in?
Big bodies, them big bodies
First Verse [Beelow, Thug Addict, Juvenile]:
[Beelow]
Whoa na, Wootay that`s me,
Ridin` fly in all types of rides in the big body,
I`m layin` it down with my rounds, like my dog B,
We flossed out with the ice in the ES-3,
The six-hundred got a clip sittin` on chrome, brah,
Window tent, leather seats, with the phone, brah,
Gimme a pop through the city and it`s on, brah,
Best believe might take her home and wet her down, brah,
We paid hustlas in this game tryin` to make a mil,
Have a house on the hill and sit back and chill,
Cuz down South them boys they be bout that scrilla,
Say we hustlin` in this game to clock seven figures,
Reala, what?
Now I`ma run it to my playas in that B.R.C.,
Thugged out, straight flossin` in them big bodies,
We paper chasin`, slangin` weight cuz all we want is the cheese,
Down South takin` over it`s off the heezie,
I`ma run it through my playas in that B.R.C.,
Thugged out, straight flossin` in them big bodies,
We paper chasin`, slangin` weight cuz all we want is the cheese,
Down South takin` over it`s off the heezie,
[Thug Addict]
Hunh,
I got TWENTY BIG BODY CARS,
WITH TWENTY BIG BODY BROADS,
TWENTY BIG BODY TRUCKS,
TALKIN` BOUT BIG BODY YARDS,
Pushin` Lexus GS`s, Impala SS`s,
Navigators, 4runner`s,
Expeditions and hummers,
Got the bounce in my car,
Trunk nothin` but raw,
I GOT THE BIGFOOT TRUCK WITH THE SHOCKS AND ALL,
T.V., C.D., with the DVD,
I got EVERYBODY OUT`CHEA WANNA RIDE WITH ME
Skkkkkerrttt, burn rubber on the highway with me,
I`m doin` eighty on that ass as I mash the gas,
I run over everything on the floor if you don`t let me pass,
I`ma bulldoze through, like a Gangsta Mac,
Say what?
Them boys ridin` big bodies we done did that,
Pushin` F-150`s, 250`s, and doin` it boy, we doin` that,
Lookin` like Who them people in them big ol` truck that think they runnin`
that?,
Them boys ridin` big bodies, how ya luv that?
[Juvenile]
Look what`cha thinkin` bout my nigga when you say what you say?
You must have like let down your guard and shit we breakin` yo head,
It ain`t nothin` you can say to me that`ll make me afraid,
I done walked with niggas like you, every one of `em dead,
I done fucked some of the baddest hoes, chocolate and red,
Put the dick on the bitch like I just came home from the Feds,
Can you picture a nigga holdin` my dick on the cover of Rage?
Number one spot up in the radio for seventy days,
Throw a concert in the Superdome and pack it like Ma$e,
Ca$h Money put it together so the family pays,
We was tied up in the race but now we runnin` away,
Niggas ain`t gone shut us up we got our guns in they face,
And we gone keep these bitches shakin` they ass up in the place,
Drank everything we pay for cuz ain`t nothin` to waste,
All you niggas bout`cha issue I know y`all could relate,
I`m tryin` to lace y`all with this game so all of y`all can be straight
Chorus
[Beelow]
I say black navi`s, suburban accessories,
Leather seats, watch the remix on your four T.V.`s,
I`m layin` it down, STILL clownin` when I hit yo streets,
Yo baby Momma and yo kid all over my D,
Beelow (what`s up?) doin` gold and bezzled up,
They ride through the park in the big black truck,
I`m actin` back like I told ya,
And if you don`t have a big body then pull over,
Twenty-inch shells on them burbans how we roll, brah,
