Lyrics Big Shot - Salt-N-Pepa

Big Shot

A-one, a-one-two
It’s like, it’s like, it’s like, it’s like, it’s like…
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 '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' 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 get a real file
It’s all about the great paper chase
A million dollars worth of whip appeal could even buy Babyface
So meet me on the rooftop and have my money right
Cuz 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’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
What?!
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
I know… Nah, nah, nah, she’s cool, it’s them other bitches I can’t stand)
(So I’m a bitch now?)
Oh, shoot, 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 y’all get y’all 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)
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…