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What They Call Me
by Bow Wow



Where da beat at?

Aye!, either boy, jd, boweezy, ooooooh
Ahhhhh, oooooh
Yeaaa yeaaa Ron Browz

[Chorus]
Big time, big time ooh!
Big time, big time
Big time big time
Uh oh uh uh oh

I'm a baller shot caller baby, all da ladies

Ok, beg for me to spoil em crazy
My account on millie, wrist on chilly
And plus I'm way flyer you would think I played for philly
Got that bent on deuces, ya man is a dufus
Girls go (wow) when my coupe go roof less
My paper don't stop no need to put in ya two cents
If he can't do for you lil mama he useless
I got that money walk
Only big money talk
Catch me in da spot like throwing big money bucks
They got that funny walk, whisper when they money talk
Know my green stronger than thirty two hundred hawks
Now that's incredible reserved by the federal
Name a twenty one year old you know do it better boo
Never who, you better off searching for that letter two
I bring in that revenue

I could change
Your life on site baby
Bentley today, Lamb or Mercedes
See you rocking with me, you in good hands
I'm the motherfucking man and don't let nobody tell you different
I'm Big time, big time (Oh)
Big time, big time (That's what they call me)
Big time, big time (Uh oh uh uh oh)

Yea, I pay people to pay my bills
Shit, I be too busy working major deals
See, I'm a jack of hearts trade I got major skills
(Ay what you do?)
I make money, how that major feel
And if I ain't cash, then I got amax and amax got me
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written by Dupri, Jermaine Mauldin / Alston, Jaron C / Haynes, Cornell(Nelly) / Davenport, Aaron T / Jackson Jr, Leroy O'Neill / Calloway, James J
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing