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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

    Me and my click be sizzlin hot steamin
    Bouncin' through diamonds high beamin'

    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


    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


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