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 f*ck 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 b*tches, 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, f*ckin' R&B singers
1998 Lexus, di*kslangers
Nuts-hang-us from South American
Don Perrion, Mil cousin, move on
Can you top-uh
n*gga with a Calico to helicopter
Move, shake, shove that
Ask yourself n*gga, "How you luv that?"
(Chorus)
How you luv that? 20 cars on chrome, n*gga
How you luv that? 20 shows in the dome, n*gga
How you luv that? 20 hot girls to bone, n*gga
How you luv that? BRRTTT! 20 Primeco phones (x2)
(Verse 2)
n*gga, how you gon' tell me that sh*t ain't changed
When n*ggas used to play curls now the playin' braids
And In my crib I got an elevator f*ckin' 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 motherf*ckin' feds
I said f*ck 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, n*gga
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
n*gga, I'm trying to put a screen on the hood of the Humvee
With my face on top, n*gga, can you see me?
I got so much money, I'll never do time
I'll play them white b*tches 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 f*ck I look like? Choppin' tree and pickin' cotton
When I should be f*ckin' hoes and money clockin'
I'ma Big Tymer, ask Lac, you can believe that
Playboy, n*gga, 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?
n*gga, f*ck 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 n*gga, cause we beatiful, n*gga please
You think I'm stun'n now, just wait 'til I come back with them keys
n*ggas fear this, they hate, but they don't come near this
I done wrote a song about the b*tches, you wanna hear this?
They say Juvenile, you motherf*cker, you off the heesy
I got these hoes pus*y 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)