Big Shot lyrics

Artist  : Salt N Pepa 
Song : Big Shot



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 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...
[repeat]

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
bit*h 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
bit*hes
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 bit*hes
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
bit*hes I can't stand

(So I'm a bit*h 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 bit*h, 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 bit*hes
(Because I'm rich, y'all, and I'm a bit*h, y'all
A rich bit*h, y'all, and I know))

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