Lyric Big Shot

A-one, a-one-two

It s like, it s like, it s like, it s like, it s like...



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Everybody wants to be a big shot

Everybody wants to make a quick buck

Everybody wants to be on the top

Everybody wants to be...

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Just like me, just like me

The S to the A to the L to the fa-sol-la T s makin dough

(Nuts?) No, but as in big bucks

So (huh?), so (who?), so what the hell

It doesn t matter who goes n buy my records long as they sell

And I can tell that you don t like me very well

Pop-popular hit, pop hits is makin my pockets swell



And makin me a little rich now (yeah, baby)

You ain t seen nothing if you think that I m a bitch now

Check it out, check it out

Just watch me, just watch me



I wasn t tryin to be a hooker sellin pootang

Up and down the block just ain t my thang

I seen a lot of women fall and gettin fast money

Cuz either AIDS or jail will get that ass, honey

I needed more to explore so I tried rap

Now in 1993, I m livin mack stack

Check my attitude it comes with the territory, baby

And now I m drivin niggas crazy



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Everybody wants to get paid, paid like a Lou Mays

Poppin that coochie or sellin fake Guccis

Whatever s in style and costs some big ?

Just to get one, niggas get a real five

It s all about the great paper chase

A million dollars worth of whip appeal could even buy Babyface

So read me all the rules so I can have my money right

Cuz I m a new lady boss keepin game tight



So, you think you re all that, feelin kinda phat

But can you see where the wrong is?

I, I don t know much about ya

But there s no doubt you re out to get yours anyway you can



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[You know what? I can t stand them Salt-N-Pepa bitches

They think they re all that cuz they re popular in Europe

Yeah, probably sell-out hookers

Oh, oh, and they swear everybody want to be like them

Please, I don t wanna be like them bitches

I know - live in a big house and have all them bills and headaches and stuff

Oh, and Spinderella

Nah, nah, nah, she s cool, it s them other bitches I can t stand



(So I m a bitch now?)

Oh, Sue, there they go, right there Salt, Pepa!

(Sometimes I be buggin because I m rich now)

Yo, Pepa, can I get your autograph for my son?

(Well, I don t need nothin cuz you know that I m a bitch, y all)

Yo, y all s hair is real fly, where d ya all get your hair done at?

(You say, "oh, ain t she somethin " because I m rich now

And I ll bet you wanna be like me)

Still can t stand them bitches

(Because I m rich, y all, and I m a bitch, y all

A rich bitch, y all, and I know)]



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