Summer Run

First official track of the Big Boi's (C-mo Cash and Clamp Nasty). Featuring hype man Nepali Nigheo (Ashu Rai). Many more tracks to come. Yeah, we make money,


Lyrics
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(braaaht, braaaht, braaaht, braaaht, so much money with the big bois)
Man fuck a recession, I'm rolling in the bills 
Got houses in the states, condos in brazil 
Sweatshops in china, yeah I'm making bank, 
Tianneman square, nigga I own that tank 

Got boats for my islands, and halls for my heismans 
Ears for mike Tyson, and cops for my sirens 
Washingtons cool, but franklins my boy 
Helens my queen, and my backyard is Troy

yo ima buy all the juice in the world
orange in the morning, passion for my girl.
(Wheres all the juice?!?)
no sugar added, I'm pissin lemonade, 
fuck you arnold palmer you can keep your minute maid

got it maaaaade, (damn) diamonds on my chain, 
all my shit is real, suck a dick david blane
i bathe in my money, and yea i smoke it too,
cause a joint tastes better when the dollar bill is new.

yo who's got the money? nigga i've got the money!
i said who's got the money? I'VE GOT THE MONEY!
(I can't stop making so much money)
and who spends the money? I SPEND THE MONEY!
nigga who makes the money? I MAKE THE MONEY!

yea like i said fuck arnold palmer, fuck his golf coach,
fuck the world golf hall of fame, this aint a game, I'm in life's hall of fame.
I'm the king man, virgin ass, old ass motherfucker
bought yo drink just to spill that shit. 
and suck a dick david blane

caviar on my cheez-its,
every team, season tickets.
oprah winfrey owes me money!
(so much money)
yea my grandpa made bugs bunny
fuck you chuck jones

got suede on my back, with gold on my wrists,
haha santa aint real nigga i buy your gifts
I'm the bruce wayne of boston, i taught johnny cochran,
your boys pretty awesome, the big boi of gotham

I've  got a jet with some purple seats,
(cashmere)
shit only rich niggas get to see
maaaaaaan  i only drive on private roads,
that take you where rich niggas get to go, (oh!)

limo's driving friends, and clouds hold my rain,
got the gift cards to chanel, if your shirt has a stain.
they call me the wizard, yea i run oz,
swimming pool with sharks, and they all go by jaws.

got xzibit pimping cars just to keep that nigga fed,
persian for my rug, tempurpedic for my bed,
a butler for my closet, call him mister gates,
gives me computers, even tidies up the place.

caviar on my cheez-its,
every team, season tickets.
oprah winfrey owes me money!
yea my grandpa made bugs bunny
fuck you chuck jones


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