Aw, man
Man I sho need this one here man
Its gon be so huge
I know everyone out there gon luv this one ya heard me
Manny fresh:
Now, who the fuck got cars for days
Crazy hoes and momos with the 20 inch blades
Me and the misses, drivin expeditions
The back stabbin friends (smooch) blowin kisses
Chrome struck bitches, wood grain witches
Leather seats, la la look, anything else itches
I don done it, the bubble-eyed gs 300
Anything else around me playboy I run it
Bought the black yukon in houston, a microwave, a fouton
She not white, uh uh, she cuban
Karats on my fingers
Fuckin r&b singers
1998 lexus, dick slangers
Nuts hangers, from south americon
Don peringion
Me a peasant, move on
Can you top a, nigga with a candy coated helicopter
Move, shake, shove that
Ask yourself nigga how you luv that
Chorus: lil wayne (2x)
How you luv that
20 cars on chrome
Nigga, how you luv that
20 show in the dome
Nigga, how you luv that
20 hot girls to bone
Nigga, how you luv that
Brrrr, 20 primeco phones
Baby:
Nigga how you gon tell me that shit aint changed
When nigga used to play curls now they playin braids
And in my crib I got a elevator fuckin with these hoes heads
With alligator pillow cases in my bed
I got a screen tv so big
Playboy I had to get aproval from the city and the muthafuckin feds
I say fuck these white folks til Im dead
Cause Im gon ball til I fall and spend 20 gs at the mall
And playboy you could tell me how you luv that
I bought my son a rolex with diamonds and bezzel at nine months
And a cash money medallion with 20 diamonds in each letter son
So peeps this, nigga a got I million dollars worth of cars all on chrome can
You compete wit this, thats beautiful
These six tires with that range rover
Ear rings costin 15 gs, wit tvs
Nigga Im tryin to put a screen on the hood of the humvee
And put my face on top nigga can you see me
I got so much money Ill never do time
I play them white bitches like they play me at all times
I got 20 gs to put on they leather seat
But, for open court charges three time felony on one rap sheet
What the fuck I look like choppin trees and pickin cotton
When I shoot, fuckin hoes and money clockin
Im a big tymer ask lac you could believe that
Play boy nigga tell me how you luv that
Chorus: lil wayne (2x)
Juvenile:
Baby what you mean that juvenile aint bout matin
Best get yo mind right and go head with that hatin
What, you must think that these diamonds aint real or somthin, ha
All of this shoutin gon get me killed for nothin, ha
Nigga fuck that Im gon ball til I fall
>from calton by the levy, to general degaul
So baby pop the crystille, and shine the jewels
Give your cadillac a tool, with 20 inch ls
Rolex with diamond bezzels with 20 g cells
My floor shinin from marble from across the canal
In my position we make nothin but gs
Your jewelery say you belong to cmb
Dont hit us cause we beautiful niggaz please
You think Im stuntin know just wait til I come back with them kis
Niggaz fear this, they hate but they dont come near this
I don wrote a song bout these bitches you wanna hear this
They say, juvenile you muthafucka you off the heezy
I got these hoes pussy poppin tell lil keezy and breezy
Cant you see me in that bubble-eye, how you luv that
Cant you see me in that bmw-ah, how you luv that
Chorus: lil wayne (2x)
Wha, how you luv that
Wha, how you luv that
Wha, how you luv that
Wha, how you luv that
Wha, how you luv that
Nigga, how you luv that
Wha wha, brrr, how you luv that
Ha ha, big tymers
Diamonds thatll *bling* blind ya
Ha ha, big tymers
Better act like ya know