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Al Machera - Big Shot Lyrics

[Intro]
A-one, a-one, two
It's like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1: Salt]
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
[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2: Pepa]
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

[Pre-Chorus: Spinderella]
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
[Chorus]
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

[Interlude]
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)
[Chorus]
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