[Mannie Fresh] 

Wuuuun (Whaa-Whaa-Whaa-Whaa) 

Check me out (Come on) 

Cash Money Millionaires 

Check me out

[Lil Wayne] 

Baby named me Fire Wayne, wit lots of change 

You can catch me in an aqua range, squattin things 

With them twenty-two inch chopper blades 

Diamond face wit tha diamond brace 

Aye, more colors than the game Simon Says 

Go lights out 

And mami on forty-fifth she said she «Diked Out» 

And she ain’t like too much of stick, but got tha right mouth 

So I took it anyway 

But aye I’m a playa, don’t need ya (ughh) anyway 

OK, let’s talk about this ice that I’m carryin 

All these karats like I’m some kinda vegetarian 

If they play, I bury them, y’all already knowin 

I threw up my arm and really thought it started snowin 

See I’m a keep it goin, Big Tymin, you heard’s me? 

Aye I got cake like everyday my birthday 

Wait, I don’t think they heard me 

I say dog I got cake like everyday my birthday

[Hook: Mannie Fresh] 

(Shine) — From my head down to my shoes 

(Shine) — Skiiiiirtin on twenty-two’s 

(Shine) — Check my baby mamma 

(Shine) — Whip Rovers, not Hondas 

(Shine) — I’ma spend it ’til it’s gone 

(Shine) — Don’t know when I’m comin home 

(Shine) — Doin X and drank Cris’ 

(Shine) — My life is tha shhh… 

[Mack 10] 

I rock em all, brown rocks to baguettes 

I bang and ball, like blood and crypt sets 

On Lear Jets, I’m done and dirty and so flossy on tha scene 

I’m ridin on dub dueces wit TV screens 

And my garge is full of rag tops and candy paints 

(Baby: Tha new Bently out?) 

If I don’t got it, it ain’t 

Cause my grind is to shine, I’m as real as they come 

And In case you didn’t know, I’m tha man where I’m from 

Ask em who rock ice on tha west (Baby: They say Mac) 

Ask em who gotta scared wearin vests (Baby: They say Mac) 

Ask em who got like thirty cars (Baby: They say Mac) 

Ask em who got strip, scars, and bars (Baby: They say Mac) 

Man I’ma whole lot richer since tha for life scence 

Went countin myself, to a money machine 

I’ma get till I can’t, wit tha U.P.T. 

It’s chicken hawk, Whoo-Bangin out tha Dub-S-C

[Hook]

(Mikkey) 

Now introducin Mikkey, you could find me crusin tha city 

Black X-5, wit four dymes wit me, Y’all feel me 

Down wit CMR, so you know my cash is long 

Brains, I ain’t even gotta ask it’s on 

Come on, tha ice is blue, the remey is red 

Haters turn green, queens wanna give me some head 

Still I’m quick to pop two in tha feds 

Ya know I been hungry my whole life, so I’m due for some bread 

Go head, name another click that could rap above us 

A bunch of millionaires walkin wit our gats in public 

Cats love it, boosie broads deny it 

They step to tha store to buy it, go home and bump it in private 

And you know me, I’m low key 

Nothin special, just a pinky ring, a Roley, a lil ice on tha bezel 

And when I drive by, I can’t help doin tha drive-by 

Cause my rims be killin haters, every time I ride by

[Hook]

[Christina] 

Look, I got shoes, boots, coops wit missin roofs 

Chris stackin, even when I’m in tha booth 

Got charms and charms, you can call me tha bomb 

And you can call me Deep Blow, cause tha smoke under my arm 

Got Royces on vogues, countin banks rolls 

Even y’all hoes is sendin me roses 

I’m nasty and iced up, call me Nicisty 

On a bike or in a truck, yeah what you like me 

Shoes, bags call me Parda 

Haters never mess wit me, don’t call me nuda (Ha-Ha) 

I sip dun, call me Lady Don 

Rock leather on my Harley, call me tha Bomb 

Brought a new Coup, painted it baby blue 

Got it new shoes sittin on twenty-two’s

(Mannie Fresh) 

Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun (wha-wha) 

Ya Heardz, sittin on twenty-two’s

[Hook]

[Baby] 

I’ma stunna, a band new colorful hummer 

A Benz, I could ride everyday of tha summer 

Brought a Jag for my baby girl, surrounded right 

Wit nothin but ice, new whip wit Barda pipes 

I could shine when I wanna, buy a ride when I wanna 

Cook a brick, cut it up and sell dime if I wanna 

Just scored a PT and I streched it quick 

Big rims, six tires, candy paintin it slick 

Put tha ice on tha shelf until you match my wrist 

Golf ball earrings, thirty karats a lick 

Got Brian in a mink, got Pearl in a mink 

Carivan Excersen, twenty inches look deep 

Catch me on tha lake wit a flock of freaks 

Me and Mannie tearin it down, cause we love tha streets 

Gotta barbecue poppin, bouta cook up tha meat 

Fa sho baby girl laced wit ice and mink

[Hook]

[Stone] 

I hold it down like and what 

Brown and Tan stunnas 

Platinum matchin wrists like I broke some handcuffs 

Drivin a CL-6 

Ridin wit Bear’s clique 

Tha block done got hot, I’m slingin them raw bricks 

We givin them haters trouble 

They I was seachin rubber 

Lil wodie steady bouncin in a brand new Bubble 

Cop rocks like small mountains 

Hit blocks wit four ounces 

You know you can’t stop our watery, we got out own fountain

[Lac] 

You can catch me in tha Di-ablo, on chrome wit tha top missin 

Tha ring, tha piece, tha chain, and tha watch glistenin 

All in a drop Bentley on twenty-two inches 

Wit no note, and I sure ain’t rent this 

Here come Lac and he stuntin, stuntin 

Ridin up tha lake on Super Sunday 

When I come through I’m tryna jump in somethin 

Sound at fifty, and I’m bumpin, bumpin

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