Big Tymers - I'm Comin lyrics

[Chorus: Mannie Fresh] I'm coming (like a relic in a pick-up truck) Ba** humming (15s in the back of us) Still running (like a energizer bunny bruh) Hood plumbing (lay a big dick down in her) Yo woman (skripper coming down on the pole) Show something (big titties and the a**hole) Drums drumming (out the Escalade on 24s) Yeah Uh Oh! [Mikkey] Chicago's number one Flicka n***a back on it 2003 Caddy with that Burberry rag on it It's mink on the floor, the seats is ostrich What else can I say family we some mobsters This cash money you know we the boss of this hood sh** Floss in this hood get, shots in his hood quick This big tymin' man, put them little rides up We 600 whippas put them little 5s up Cash money, we ain't ducking and dodging We busting and riding, Caddy trucking and prowling What the f** are ya hollin' Entourage of Benz, 'lacs, and beamers With dime b**hes with a**es fat as Trina's Whoa I got my 4 tuck Me I'm out for more bucks '03 I'm pulling up the Lam with the doors up And watch these who*es f** and s** like crazy Can't f** wit cash money, we n***as is crazy (b**h!) [Chorus] [Baby] See I flip the color daddy, change my paint Switch my rims, my mats is mink Pull out the console, I drank to thank Got the alligator seats on a full tank But Ay-ay, 25 28s Big money, heavy weight Vet navigation system ? Wooo, them special made tires To fit my ride, I put a dove in the inside Stunna motherf**er (Rim trucks!) Sitting on them motherf**ing gittas B.B. King, blues daddy Know what I mean? (know what I mean?) know what I mean? Got big truck drivers, Hoes don't mind us (Oh you think it's a game, ma?) b**h stand behind us It's nothing but minks and it's cold as f** b**h hop in this truck!! [Chorus] [TQ] There go lil' TQ And he coming in the cutla**, getting his hair blew Not giving a f** about nothing that you hoes do Don't underestimate my pimping 'cause it's serious fool I'm on hundred spokes I got's four hoes I got some Joe I got some drink, I got some dominoes If ya thank the sh** is stankin', bring some drama hoe That's on momma though We got big gats, gems and trucks, on stunna rims baby Number one Stunna, that's my dumma, Mannie Freezy, that's my dog Big Tymers, we big ball (TQ, Mik, and Gilly!) Got em takin' it off Woooo, let the bottles pop! (b**hes!) Let the panties drop (makes bottle-pop sound) Ops, bout to shake the spot Cause we don' f**ed around and don' got too hot [Chorus]