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Awww man, Man I sure believe this one here man, gon' be so beautiful I know everyone out there gon' hafta love this one, ya heard that? [Verse 1] Now, who the fuck cars for days Crazy hoes and momos with the 20 inch blaze Picture me and the missus driving Expeditious The backstabbin' friends blowin' kisses Chrome-struck bitches, wood grain wenches Leather seats, la la la, anything else itches I done done it, the Bubble IGS 300 Anything else around here, playboy I run it Bought the black Yukon, new Storm, microwave with futons She not white, unh unh, she Cub-an Karats on my fingers, fuckin' R&B singers 1998 Lexus, dickslangers Nuts-hang-us from South American Don Perrion, Mil cousin, move on Can you top-uh Nigga with a Calico to helicopter Move, shake, shove that Ask yourself nigga, "How you luv that?" [Chorus] How you luv that? 20 cars on chrome, nigga How you luv that? 20 shows in the dome, nigga How you luv that? 20 hot girls to bone, nigga How you luv that? BRRTTT! 20 Primeco phones 2x [Verse 2] Nigga, how you gon' tell me that shit ain't changed When niggas used to play curls now the playin' braids And In my crib I got an elevator fuckin' with these hoes heads With alligator pillows cases in my bed I gotta scream, "Cheese-y" so bad Playboy, I had to get approval from the city and the motherfuckin' feds I said fuck these white folks 'til I'm dead Cause I'ma ball 'til I fall and spend 20 G's at the mall Now playboy, you can tell me how you luv that I bought my son a rolex with diamonds embezzle When 9 months, a Cash Money medallion with 20 diamonds in each letter, son So peep this, nigga I got a million dollars worth of cars all on chrome, can you compete with this? That's beautiful, these 6 ties with that Range Rover Earrings costing 15 G's with T.V.'s Nigga, I'm trying to put a screen on the hood of the Humvee With my face on top, nigga, can you see me? I got so much money, I'll never do time I'll play them white bitches like they play me at all times I got 20 G's to put on they leather seat Or for all the coke chargin', 3-time felon on one rap sheet What the fuck I look like? Choppin' tree and pickin' cotton When I should be fuckin' hoes and money clockin' I'ma Big Tymer, ask Lac, you can believe that Playboy, nigga, tell me how you luv that? [Chorus] [Juvenile] Baby, what you mean that Juvenile ain't bout matin'? You besta get yo' mind right and go ahead with that hea-din' What? You must think these diamonds ain't real or sumpin, huh? All of this shinin' gon' get me killed for nothin' huh? Nigga, fuck that, I'ma ball 'til I fall from Carolton by the lake to General Digaul So baby, buy me Cristal, shiny jewel Hit the caddilac, 2 wheel with 20 inches Rolex with diamond bezzles, 20 G cel My floor shinin' from mar-ble, cross-connect In my position, we make nothin' but G's If you rich, then you belong got CMB Don't hate us nigga, cause we beatiful, nigga please You think I'm stun'n now, just wait 'til I come back with them keys Niggas fear this, they hate, but they don't come near this I done wrote a song about the bitches, you wanna hear this? They say Juvenile, you motherfucker, you off the heesy I got these hoes pussy poppin' tell they cheesy and greasy Can you see me in that Bubble I, how you luv that? Can you see me in that BMW-ah, how you luv that? [Chorus the Lil' Wayne talks til end]
