[Verse 1: (Mannie)]
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Wha wha wha nigga nigga
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I put piss stains on private planes cuz its my jet nigga
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Money aint shit cuz my rottweilers drink moet
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Diamond baugette bracelets for my lovers
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Playa, i use cristal to lubricate rubbers
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Who got shit on his wrist that cost 3 nickel
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Who got the project on lock when that nigga slangin pickle
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Who got benz, a prowler, playboy, and a Vette
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Tell the truth--who fucked ya on the same night when we met?
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Now, who got baby mamas from the noila to new york
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Who got every bitch attention in this motherfucker when he talk
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Now who the fuck we talkin bout, look--yall dont know?
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I'll give you a hint: see that bitch you with?
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He fucked that hoe
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Now look here, yall aint seen my watch, its like harlem world video
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White diamonds, red rubies, blue baugettes, I dont know
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Shorty, when tha next time imma be up in your bed
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I love you? you love me?
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Well go head on and gimme some head
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[Chorus: 2x (Juvenile)]
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Loud pipes big rims
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Wodie thats our life
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When we pull up at the club
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Sorry thats our night
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I know a lot of haters out there sayin
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That thats not right
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But our diamonds are much bigger
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So thats our life
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[Verse 2: (Baby)]
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I told four I need somethin
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With some hell of a ice
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Nigga came back with a hell of a price
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That aint nothin
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These hoes doin hella wrong
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Callin these niggaz on our cell phone
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Bitch ridin benz on 20 inch chrome
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Gimme the key, the car hoe, and the alarm
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For my prowler, my jag, my benz and my home
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Bitch you'll neva ride 20 inch chrome
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I love to shine, thats why the choppa is mine
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Hit my block in my benz hoe with stretch tires
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Bought a new car that I couldnt drive
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Ordered the tunes before a nigga could drive
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When I put the bose system right behind my eyes
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With the vc's and tv's so a nigga could shine
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With my ice bling bling like a 9 to 5
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And tell all my hoes they dont need no job
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[Chorus 2x]
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[Verse 3: (B.G)]
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I ride the best from a benz to a jag to a beamer to a lex
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Might fly first class on delta, helicopter or a jet
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I'm a stunter, I'm a reppa
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Geezy like to shine
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Drink Don, Moet, and Cris
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See thats the finest wine
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20 inches is the only thing i sit my shit on
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Dont bring ya bitch around me
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Cuz my dick she'll wanna sit on
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And I aint gonna tell her nothin different
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Thats ya issue
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But after she come back
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Your best out is not to kiss her
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Hoes sick sayin damn, look at Fresh pinky ring
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Look at BG watch
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That bitch blingalingaling
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I'm a ice wearer, trust me, you will neva
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See me sportin nothin that aint 20 g's or betta
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Me and Wayne take the left
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Juve and Baby take the right
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Its dark in the room, we hold up our watches and its light
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Cash Money millionaires livin a hell of a life
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Like my nigga weezay said, we surrounded by ice
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[Chorus (2x)]
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[Lil Wayne]
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whoa whoa whoa
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Now im shinin baby glossin
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Big tymin stuntin and flossin
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Lamborghini sittin on ??
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With two more in my garages
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Plus a blue and black ferrari
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With nintendo and atari
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Man I swear the car is awesome
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Vroom! sorry we lost em
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I'm back
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I pull up smellin like dime sacks and cognac
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I leave in the hummer,
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Hour lata I'm flyin back
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Whoosh, private jets about to land
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The women fall out when I let em touch my hand
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I get out the plane into a mercedes benz van
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TVs all ova with chrome 20 inch fans, damn
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Got damn
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Man I am
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L-I-L, weezy, off the heezy
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But still in all, ice floodin on my watch
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And in my grill and all
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Porch blocks front blocks
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Still in all, me and Slim in the Rover
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Beatrice brick holder, Cash Money young soulja
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[Chorus & talking til fade]
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Loud Pipes
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Lil' Wayne |