Big Money, Big Cars

[Hook] I make big money, buy big cars, everybody know me (everybody know me) I make big money, buy big cars, everybody know me (everybody know me) I make big money, buy big cars, everybody know me (everybody know me) I make big money, buy big cars, everybody know me (like I'm a movie star) [Verse 1 - Killer Mike] Talking money, getting Mike in new pair of Nikes They said life was a bitch so I made her my wife I'm talking holy matrimony 'til some other fucking money Them other boys is talking but I swear to God they phony Fuckboys crazy, nothing but fugazi That's why my motto to this day is still 'Fuck you, pay me' Any rap nigga acting like he want it with me I swear to God I'll put his rapping-ass next to Biggie I swear to God I'll put his rapping-ass next to Pac Martin Luther King, nigga, certified by the block Gold 54 riding all chrome, big block And the paint so wet I'm in need of a mop Black and yellow Chevy and it's looking like a bumblebee My partner came through in his Gellardo trying to humble me I left, came back, Murciélago straight stunting G When he seen me bending left, nigga must have shit hisself [Hook] [Verse 2 - Messy Marv] Gucci shirt, Gucci jeans, Gucci this, Gucci that Before I walk out the house, everything gotta match I ride through this bitch with a pocket full of money I bet no nigga won't say nothing in front me I went and bought a Benz and went and got a bike Went and stopped by the paint shop then sprayed 'em cold white Them 24-inches man, you know what it is A nigga put 'em on so my shit'll look big I'm a certified goon, I be putting in work I ride with the cannon cause I be doing hella dirt I'm the all black fitted with them all-black swatches Pushing through the ghetto running from the paparazzi All the hood niggas love me The price on the coke, nigga, it look so lovely I'm a thug 'til I die The club ain't poppin' if these bitches ain't high You know me [Hook] [Verse 3 - Chamillionaire] Trina, Lil Kim, Mariah Rihanna even Mýa Got reps like singing cheques A whip for each desire They told me never to burn a bridge but I still keep a lighter Ain't met a former friend that proved he can compete with fire And the paint so wet I gotta park my cars inside a dam So fly my clothing line should be called the 'Mileage Plan' Metal inside my hand promise it ain't no trying fam That Marvel comic baby (What you mean?) That Iron Man That Maserati body parked right there outside the lobby P-O-P to your body if you ever trying to try me And the paint soaked c-c-candy ladies wanna lick my like a lolli- P-O-P so my hobby is to sit behind a Jolly- Rancher, look at my swagger, my name is more than known My garage the square footage of the Georgia Dome Got imported stones, always order chrome Every other week my ride is gonna be exactly what I want it on [Hook]