| Oh it’s on now, we ridin' on chrome now,
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| Get’cha shine on Baby
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| This how we do it, it’s all gravy
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| We layin' it down
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| That’s how Ca$h Money Hot Boy$ play it,
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| That’s how Uptown Hot Boy$ play it,
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| We gone lay it down
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| Washington and Freret on Sunday, they buck, jumpin
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| Niggas on seventeen stuntin', the second line’s comin'
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| The Hot Girls out, the Hot Boy$ out
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| We in top of the line cars, Uptown boys out
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| For sixteen, I’m ridin' flyer than ya Daddy
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| I play a different car everyday, ya Daddy in the caddy
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| The fuckin' feds snatched me,
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| Picture they thought they had me
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| The B.G. |
| shinin' so hard them dicksuckers tryin' to harass me
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| But they let me go, cause we way ahead and smarter
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| Keys come from overseas in a submarine under water
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| Still 'gon ride the Legend Monday, ride the Lex Tuesday
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| Ride the Benz Wednesday
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| Under the seat is the uzi
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| Ride the Camaro Thursday, Nine two nine Friday, Saturday,
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| 50 shots set it off for niggas tryin to carjack me
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| Sunday I lay on Washington-uh with a fifth sippin' wine Holmes, |
| All week I gotta get my shine on
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| Get your shine on, get your shine on
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| All day long, I’ma get mine on
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| Get your shine on, get your shine on
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| All day long Baby get his shine on
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| Get your shine on, get your shine on
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| Seven days a week, I’ma get mine on
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| Get your shine on, get your shine on
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| You niggas need to know, the World is mine Holmes
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| Now all these cars, and all these broads
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| Nigga, I’m bout to get my shine on
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| Now I’m in Club Whispers wit a $ 10,000 bar tab
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| Hoes think I’m jokin', stupid hoes wanna laugh
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| I’m bout to lay my stunt down before I leave this bitch,
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| And one of you other niggas hoes gone suck my dick
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| Now every car I ride in got chrome on it homie
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| Got a mouth full of gold, to show Uptown soul
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| Plug hoes
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| And make more money independent, than a major nigga done went gold
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| I got a million dollar rang wit a 2 million dollar mouthpiece
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| And quick to lay a bitch on these satin silk sheets
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| Now nigga, Rufus Playin in the Lexus, Gangsta got a Q-5
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| If anyone of you broads know Baby know I like to ride fly |
| B.G. |
| got a nine two nine, Mannie Fresh got a Camero and a seven thirty-five
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| Now me Baby, big body Benz
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| Expedition, my black cat and my Lexus my friend
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| Now I could change a car for everyday of the week
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| And have a matching bitch in the passenger seat
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| Seven hundred Gs stashed away for my son
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| So when he grow up he can have a lil fun
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| I’m still sellin keys, stackin Gs on the D.L.
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| I stashed a million under the barber shop on V.L.
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| Nigga I ain’t no rapper, I’m a game spitter
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| Ten Gs a show,
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| On behalf of Penalty, Ca$h Money, Tommy Boy, Warner Brothers nigga
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| Can you fuck more bitches
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| Than the sea got fishes?
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| Can you do more hoes, than the Feds got snitches?
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| I ride Lexus land wit the TV playin
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| Gettin head, fuck a Fed with the phone in my hand
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| Nigga’s gone shine, what you see is mine
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| Rolexes, went to Texas, Motorola, Alpine
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| Woodgrain Hummer, hoodrat plumber,
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| Hot Boys got toys, number one stunters
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| I know you bitches can’t stand me
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| Lexus wit da candy
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| Blowin on blunts, sippin on Brandy
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| Now that’s a good call |
| Papa cleaner than ya ever saw
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| 929 wit the mirror bro
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| Tint it up, juice and Gin it up, send it up
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| To Texas, get the wood with the good weed, bend it up
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| Ball 'til I fall, that’s the job nigga
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| Cash Money, Hot Boy, number one mob figure
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| I like to look good, be sharp, on my side keep my iron on
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| Playa haters wanna steal ya when ya get your shine on
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| But fuck that, I’ma get mine on,
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| Chrome on the 929 wit my Primeco phone on
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| I’m a Hot Boy, hot girls I put the bone on
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| It ain’t no secret, I’ll bust ya dome Holmes,
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| B and Slim give me a 20 G loan
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| So I could get my roll on
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| I know my niggas ain’t gone tell me hold on
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| They let me write the Cash Money check, they sign it
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| I cash it, I spend it
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| It’s all good, we ride fly
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| Benz, Lex, Expedition
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| No doing bad, fulfillin dreams and wishes
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| Payin all my college hoes tuition
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| If I’m in a shootout, I got the red beam, I ain’t missin
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| Face the ballistics, we got it like that, we earned it liked that
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| Worked for it like that, so we can shine like that |