Sunny Day (feat. Gotti, T.Q. & Mikkey) [Edited] - Big Tymers

Me and my, lil niggas Just came off a lick, we found two bricks All we know is gettin' money, on that fly shit Play for keeps, rockin' shows, doin' fours and shit, ya digg? Nigga try, we gun 'em down Shout out to the plug, he front me a hundred pounds Make one phone call, they pull up one hundred rounds Young Roo, Young Baby run the A-Town Them boys got new whips and full clips Nigga play, he get flipped, he gettin' dipped All we know is gettin' money, fuckin' hoes and shit All we know is lay 'em down, kick in doors and shit Real spit, this my life In the trenches every day, I earned my stripes Yamaha four fifty, bike life Lost a whole quarter million on them dice, damn Woah, woah, woah kemosabe Bad bitches long hair in the lobby Woah, woah, woah kemosabe I just pray I don't kill nobody Woah, woah, woah kemosabe Bad bitches long hair in the lobby Woah, woah, woah kemosabe I just hope I don't kill nobody Marlo and Young Baby, we goin' crazy In the street worth like eight-eighty Hellcats and drop top, off them block Neighborhood super star, fuckin' bad broads Goin' to the Super Bowl, me and Julio I just made a two million dollar tab off a truckload Young nigga stay fly and gettin' money 2 the Hard Way, nigga you know how we comin' I just copped a Maybach off dope money Got the sucker hang hard with no money Then I made a one-twenty off four dummies QC superstar, me and Baby comin', yeah Woah, woah, woah kemosabe Bad bitches long hair in the lobby Woah, woah, woah kemosabe I just pray I don't kill nobody Woah, woah, woah kemosabe Bad bitches long hair in the lobby Woah, woah, woah kemosabe I just hope I don't kill nobody G-Wagon, matte black Run off on the migo, get the money right back Runnin' to the bag fast like a four flat Oh he sweet with that money, he gettin' jacked, ya digg? White tee and white ones Nigga pushin' big weight, call him Big Pun I'ma go and get the money, that's on my son, ya digg? Look at me, with QC Went and got the bag, bust it down with Big and P I just spent thirty racks on new teeth Me and Marlo traphouse, them new Jeeps Time to run the rap game, already run the streets, ya digg? Woah, woah, woah kemosabe Bad bitches long hair in the lobby Woah, woah, woah kemosabe I just pray I don't kill nobody Woah, woah, woah kemosabe Bad bitches long hair in the lobby Woah, woah, woah kemosabe I just hope I don't kill nobody

I told ya fuckin' ass I be back In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho Chillin' by ya boy house kissin' on these hoes See these broads want stars Big dicks down in the draws Seven days a week seven brand new cars Yeah I done it parkin' GS 300 Check us and front it the Navigator Garage with the elevator You not a hata Then press second floor So you can see the muthfuckin' Big Tymers car show Now on the left side we got the brand new Benz And on the right side bitches shakin' ass for ends And in the middle niggas throwin' twenties and tenss And up top niggas drinkin' juices with gin juices with gin juices with gin News cars Pretty broads Neighborhood superstars Going far Goin' to the super bowl In the hole And I owe my nigga for frontin' me two kilos Yellow ice With new heights Hoes got my name right Fame got my muthafuckin' game tight Dirt digga Hoe go-getta Nigga outta line Playboy I got ten on ya feet Car shinna Rim blinda 20 inch rida Nigga and you can ride right beside me Titty watcha Hoe stoppa VCR tape poppa Neighborhood naked flick watcha Border line Hen poppa Byran is my heart and Pearl is my number one chick And Cash Money Records gone run this nationwide shit And playa you can believe that shit Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe Big big big ballin' is my hobby Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe Big big big ballin' is my hobby Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe Big big big ballin' is my hobby Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe Big big big ballin' is my hobby I see you jockin' Baby 'cause he got a Mercedes And ya know about his ladies And all his babies I know what they like Them brand new bikes So we can ride around town like Tina and Ike I'ma shine till I die nigga We worldwide everybody know Cash Money ride or die nigga Twenty inch wheels is what I roll And when I pass yo bitch all outta control Buyin' Lexus Land Cruisers The four seven the big pipe user Hoe abuser Its the project sticker man Full of liquor man Ridin' with cha bitch with the Tymers playin' Ballin everyday poppin' Dom P bottles Ball till ya fall is the Cash Money motto Flashy cars Pretty broads The word uptown we bought these cars For girls I bought Pretty jewels With new shoes With tatoos A Cash Money motto do what you gotta do Fight who you gotta fight Shoot who you gotta shoot Boot who you gotta boot Do what you gotta do Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe Big big big ballin' is my hobby Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe Big big big ballin' is my hobby Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe Big big big ballin' is my hobby Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe Big big big ballin' is my hobby Ten years ago a friend of mine Brought me to uptown second line Met Meatball, Nair, Anglin Mets Want you do a DJ in the jets Bought two trigger mans and brown beat Now you can pop that pussy in the middle of the street Best believe next week I'ma be downtown Point court St. Bernard bitch throwin' down Then I'm mosy on down cross the kanel Put up the mic 'cause I got a fuckin' story ta tell Teresa Yous a Cash Money bitch say what you still a Cash Money bitch I say lil Lisa You still a Cash Money bitch say what you still a Cash Money bitch My nigga Baby ya wit me Fa sho Now bring it to the McMelph Caliope Niggas livin' for the Sunday On the lake bakin' cake watchin' niggas ridin' round with they honey Drinkin Dacquri Hoes packin' White folks actin' Givin' tickets nigga for the jackin' Niggas feudin' Game losin' Lil told me to watch these hoes tryin' ta abuse me Joe Casey Goin' crazy My homeboy told me to watch these muthafuckin' feds Chilly chilly actin' silly But cha name killa Told me he gone kill'em a nigga Suga Slim All in Game tight And we just about ta start this all night flight