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Niggas be hatin `Cause BG got it Every top of the line car they got Look I ride it From the Hummer to the Rover To the drop jag B and C lex truck Nothin` my click ain`t had Everybody head was fucked When they heard bout the deal Cash Money hotboys climbed for 30-mill Already was straight now we livin larger Already was ballin now we ballin harder ??? bitches can`t take me Cause my wrist stay flossed out Niggas hate me cause all day i`m flossed out Ghetto made me My dog, Baby, saved me Niggas find out they hoe got fucked, ?? That`s how it go It ain`t my fault I got mega cheese Walk that walk Talk that talk i`m BG Paperchaser to the fullest get my grind on Gotta do it cause I made that song Get Yo` Shine On (Chorus)3x Me and my click be sizzlin hot steamin Bouncin` through diamonds high beamin` (Wayne) Wha I`ma flosser baby, baller baby A fifteen year old shot caller baby And I`m racin through In the all black chrome A Mercedes Coupe Got yo` wife at my house And she naked too And all my niggas all around Sayin `Shake it Boo, go ahead to what you do` It`s Weezy dog and off the heezy dog And I`m surrounded by the ice It got me freezin` dog And it`s plain and simple Won`t change `cause it`s natural Lil` Wayne a pimp y`all Got the game from Beatris I`m tryin to see six numbers Pull up at the Grammy awards in six Hummers Leave the Grammy awards with six womens And make a stop at the gas station for six rubbers Put it together This is the life when you get full of the cheddar Don`t try to end it or you would`nt get better, what (Chorus)4x (Wayne) La, la, la, la Here I come star rapper I get the fast money Short, cute hot boy that rapper Cash Money Standin out the roof of my car And flash hundreds Take your girl to the mall Spend a G like that`s nothin She lay on the floor Open up the spot Take off her draws Let me see the cunt Don`t stop Lil` Weezy We`s ain`t nothin nice But gats in my Jesus Christ Nothin but ice When they see me at night Behind ?? I stay high Snatch yo` wife Run up in her with the K-Y But it`s on man Ever since I was born Wayne Nigga get out of line I get dirty like John Wayne I`m bout stuntin`, flossin` Whatever come wit it And I don`t shoot guns Unless they have a drum wit it At first they wasn`t wit it Thought that I was jokin Now I got `em all payin attention like they owe it (Chorus)
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