Try'n 2 Make A Million Lyrics - How You Luv That?, Vol. 1 - Big Tymers

[Juvenile] 

Do you know what this ballin is, I'm talking bout marble floors 

Tricks in private jets, hoes behind Rover doors 

You talked about me bad but what you doin 

Nothin but walkin round tha projects shoo-shooing 

Get mad when I flash tha karats don't want to see me have it 

I guess tomorrow I'll be smokin a 'gar in Paris 

My cellular ring, ok let's pick up this change 

Beeper blowin up, I'm lookin down at tha game 

I'm steady changin cars so tha feds won't mess wit me 

Park tha Q 4-5 and hop in tha Cherokee 

At about 8: 30 I'll be rollin in a millennium 

Sippin on condact on my way to my condominium 

Been rollin livin lavish, eatin in commanders palace 

Bitches attracted to tha savage 

Where niggas is chillin, sleepin in tha Royal Senesta 

My girlfriend is my berretta, I never left her 

What you know about them Beamers and Moe-Moe's 

Them Lexus 4-doors and them '97 Volvos 

Hell I might as well buy me a castle instead 

And get fed some grace by Miss USA 

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[Hook (Juvenile)] 

How can I make a million? 

Without tha feds investigating my building 

I know niggas gone try me, I'ma have to kill them 

But I'ma keep on makin money up until then 

[Baby] 

Golds and hoes, niggas doin videos 

My everyday wear is Reeboks and Girbauds 

Young nigga look I'm smarter than Russell Simmons 

And I got more money than tha average nigga 

I done sold coke nigga, I done hit blocks 

I done sold rocks, tha cheap shit had to stop 

I had to be tha biggest nigga on VL block 

So I bust open me a quarter ki spot 

Two G's a Q-P, now my block is hot 

A hundred G's a week nigga, so I couldn't stop 

Now I done stole me a few ki's 

I'm tha only young nigga Uptown frontin Q-P's 

You don't believe me ask Joe Casey 

My background coke history speak for me 

Diamonds and gold all across tha T-O-P 

And all these hoes wanna ride in my Lexus Jeep 

If it ain't cheddar or cheese it ain't gravy 

And these car stealin hoes stay up off tha street 

And these playa hatin niggas need to stop passin through tha UPT 

And all my new hoes gone ride in my Hummer 

But I got a top of tha line bitch beside me 

And if a nigga fuck up my hoe gone ride for me 

See I'll put change on my own brain 

Bitch I spent 50 G's bullet proofin my Hummer man 

25 G's on Fresh's Suburban nigga 

We all pack vests nigga, I know you heard me nigga 

Big Rufus got a Tec and a Lex and he flexin 

And if a nigga disrespect God gone have to bless em 

And let his mom dress em cause it's all good 

It's all gravy, bitch nigga stop playa hatin 

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[Hook] 

[Mannie Fresh] 

I done did more hoes than Michael Jackson done shows 

I done made more money than Tommy sale clothes 

I don't think that you can umout shine me man 

You need to um stand behind me man 

Come through this bitch lit up like December 

Givin all these pretty hoes something to remember 

I'ma nigga wit some endangered specie boots 

Spillin crystal on tha floor oppps 

Picture me and yo old' lady butt naked and shit 

She drunker than a muthafucka, suckin my dick 

I just gave yo hoe a hundred for her trouble 

And I'm telling her we can bade in Moet bubbles 

Separate my money, and then 

Big Tymers whip they ass wit 20's and 10's