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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 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
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 and 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 thing I seen a lot of women fallin' gettin' fast money 'Cause either AIDS or jail will get that ass, honey I needed more to explore, so I tried rap Now in 1993, I'm livin' mad fat Check my attitude, it comes with the territory, baby And now I'm drivin' niggas crazy
Everybody wants to be a big shot (Yeah, yeah) Everybody wants to make a quick buck (It's all about me) Everybody wants to be on the top (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Everybody wants to be 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
Everybody wants to get paid, paid like a lewd maid Poppin' that coochie or sellin' fake Gucci Whatever's in style and costs a big pile Just to get one, niggas gettin' real foul It's all about the great paper chase A million dollar worth of whip appeal could even buy Babyface So meet me on the rooftop and have my money right 'Cause I'm the 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 any way you can
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 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
You know what? I can't stand them Salt-N-Pepa bitches, boy Oh, me neither They think they all that 'cause they 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 stomach (So I'm a bitch now?) Oh, shoot, there they go right there, Salt-N-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' 'cause you know that I'm a bitch, y'all) Yo, y'all hair look real fly, where y'all get y'all hair done at? (They say, 'Oh, ain't she somethin'?' because I'm rich now And I 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)
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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