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[Verse 1: Baby] |
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Nigga I got these hoes iced up enough |
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While my lil B.G.'s on the bus puttin out cigarette butts |
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But me personally playboy I don't give a fuck |
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And I'm a always show love to my cut |
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Hit the club light tha bitch up |
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The Cash Money motto we got to drank til we throw up |
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Nigga point the hoe out guaranteed I can fuck |
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Wootay I'm tattooed and barred up |
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Medallion iced up, Rolex bezelled up |
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And my pinky ring is platinum plus |
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Earrings be trillion cut |
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And my grill be slugged up |
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My heart filled with anger cause nigga I don't give a fuck |
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Stack my G's up |
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Cause one day I'm a give this street life up |
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Beef I don't discuss |
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A nigga outta line gone get his motherfuckin head bust |
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Cash Money Millionaires plus |
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Don't touch sum'in nigga you can't fuck |
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Twenty inches with TV's is a must |
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By the year two thousand I'm gut out my bus |
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[Verse 2: Lil' Turk] |
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A lil nigga seventeen playin with six figures |
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Got so much ice you can skate on a nigga |
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When you see cash money you know you stay flossin |
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Catch cha girl down bad ya know we straight tossin |
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I ain't seen a click yet that can stunt like mine |
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I ain't seen a marette that can run like mine |
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1999, and it's our turn to shine |
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Fifty or better on our wrist and they all blind |
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Pourin vodka til I die drank til I faint |
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Til a nigga tell me I need another drank |
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My nigga Baby told me work nigga trick to them hoes |
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Nigga Baby told me work nigga better than treatin yo nose |
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I'm the freak of the click |
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Keep it on the tuck so I creep on a bitch |
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And I play it on the raw never sleep with a bitch |
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Keep it real with my niggaz |
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Never weep for a bitch |
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[Chorus: Lil' Wayne x2] |
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Bling bling |
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Everytime I come around yo city |
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Bling bling |
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Pinky ring worth about fifty |
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Bling bling |
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Everytime I buy a new ride |
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Bling bling |
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Lorinsers on Yokahama tires |
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Bling bling |
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[Verse 3: Manny Fresh] |
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It's the nigga with tha Lex bubble |
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Candy coated helicopter with tha leather cover |
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If ya suckin' not fuckin' take off the rubber |
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Then toss that bitch nigga cause I don't love her |
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Balla, Manny bought a private plane |
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Then turned around and sold that bitch to Juve and Wayne |
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They put 30 inch lorenzos on that thang man |
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I know you niggaz out there just don't understand |
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[Verse 4: Juvenile] |
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I'm a 1999 driver |
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I'm a uptown third ward magnolia T.C. driver |
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Ol ignorant ass always stunting |
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Big ballin ass nigga you can see him when he comin |
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Booted up, diamond up |
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Golds be shinnin' up |
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Muthafuckas be blindin' up |
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Niggas at the second line be sayin, "I'll be damned" |
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Up in they best fits sayin, "Juve got me damn" |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Verse 5: B.G.] |
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I be that nigga with the ice on me |
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If it cost less than twenty it don't look right on me |
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I stay flossed out all through the week |
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My money long if you don't know I'm the B.G. |
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I be fuckin niggaz bitches all in they home |
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Niggaz be like, "Look at that Benz on all that chrome" |
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Diamonds worn by everybody that's in my click |
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Man I got the price of a mansion 'round my neck and wrist |
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My nigga Baby gettin' a special built machine |
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A Mercedes Benz 700 V14 |
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I know you niggaz can't believe that |
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I can't wait to see ya haters face when ya see that |
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Man look at that |
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Niggaz wear shades just to stand on side of me |
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Folks say take that chain off boy ya blindin me |
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All day my phone ringin bling bling bling |
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Can see my earring from a mile bling bling |
