| Why, why, why | |
| Why, why, why | |
| Why, why | |
| Cash money, rich niggaz | |
| Look | |
| [lil' wayne] | |
| Loud pipes, big rims | |
| Nigga, that's my life | |
| As i pull up at the club, sorry that's my knife | |
| I know a lot of haters probably saying that that's not right | |
| Well, my diamonds so much bigger | |
| So, that's my life | |
| Gleam, gleam | |
| Now, only carry big face and you hear the ching, ching | |
| Now, you can ask your wife and she will say the same thing | |
| And your children be amazed when they see me on the big screen | |
| Ha, ha, ha | |
| I crack myself up | |
| I know i talk lot but i can back myself up | |
| Got a little house on the beach that's where i shack myself up | |
| You ain't really got more money than me | |
| Think about it | |
| Let's just say somebody gave me a check to think about it | |
| So i just bought a new rollie and got to take a link up out it | |
| And me with no ice is like a prince concert that ain't crowded | |
| They see the beam, and the truck, and the b-12 | |
| And we was next | |
| Then that's when i pull up in the b-e-l | |
| Le-le-lex | |
| Ha | |
| (1st chorus) | |
| I'm on fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire | |
| Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot | |
| We on fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire | |
| Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot | |
| [juvenile] | |
| Juvenile i used to be | |
| R-e-t-a bound | |
| Now i be busting these bitches when i come around | |
| Acting like a nigga that ain't never had shit | |
| Look into my bed saying that's a mad hit | |
| I'll damned if these diamonds and golds ain't shining | |
| My rollie ain't rinning | |
| My bank and climbing | |
| You looking at a multi-millionaire in the flesh | |
| Might don't have it now, but i just got me a check | |
| I can walk it like i talk it | |
| Play it how i say it | |
| Teach it like i preach it | |
| Now, put that in your head | |
| Nigga, bet a thousand, shoot a thousand-ain't nothing | |
| Smoke a pound, pop the crystal and drink something | |
| Meet me in the casino | |
| Way in the back | |
| Using money like a mother****er | |
| Still shooting crack | |
| Tomorrow i'll be back | |
| I got millionaire status | |
| We make so much money irs be looking at us | |
| (repeat 1st chorus 1x) | |
| [turk] | |
| I got more ends than bonnie have in a factory | |
| I'm lil turk, i'm living large, got the baddest hoes after me | |
| Picture me, a young nigga bawling out of control | |
| Playing with millions, laying in condos | |
| Nigga i shine, shine through the ****ing week | |
| The flyiest ride with crystal in the passenger seat | |
| Don't hate me, 'cause i'm a little bawler | |
| Got more weight than angola | |
| ****ing your girl carla | |
| Nigga i stunt, | |
| And i'm a stunt 'til i can't no more | |
| Chest lit up like the oaks | |
| From the diamonds i sport | |
| Yo, i can't be touched | |
| Don't think i'm too much, nigga i'm rich what the **** | |
| Rolex crushed out with the bezel | |
| And all the foes that get close to me got to be on my schedule | |
| I got so much money | |
| I don't know what to do | |
| Buy isles and cars | |
| And break bread with my crew | |
| (2nd chorus) | |
| I'm on fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire | |
| Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot | |
| We on fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire | |
| Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot | |
| B.g. on fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire | |
| Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot | |
| [paparue] | |
| Uh, uh, uh | |
| Hear me | |
| It's like, monkey see, monkey do | |
| Rolling with the cash money runners i stay true | |
| Cause when were running and climbing on the million-dollar scene | |
| Holding together, mo-de-ming, mo-de-ming | |
| When i bring out the rubber around the hummer | |
| ??? benz, or in the lex bubble | |
| When i start they said i had no fame | |
| Now all the girls just end up calling my name | |
| 10 g's to ??? | |
| Fax the contract to big cash money | |
| Cause you know this whole clique right with me | |
| They're right with me | |
| Sip-pe-di-dy | |
| Won't count the diamonds just around my neck | |
| X amount-a dollars on a bankroll check | |
| If you want to really come and sing with me | |
| Those that got me wicked, then i do some free | |
| For free! |