Big Tymers — Money and Power

[Chorus: Manny Fresh] 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) [Verse 1: Birdman] 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 [Chorus: Manny Fresh] 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) [Verse 2: Manny Fresh] 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 [Chorus: Manny Fresh] 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) [Verse 3: Birdman] 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 [Outro: Birdman] 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