Lyrics Shine - Lil Wayne, Baby, Mack 10

Shine

What, wha, wha, wha, wha
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
Cash Money Millionaires
Bout to take it there
Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow Benz
Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That’s seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
On my way to pick up Joyce, she be making me moist
Giving me head while she humming, she can play with her voice
And she got nice thighs, a big plump ass
She could ride a dick too, make me cum fast
I like them modeling bitches, I love them swallowing bitches
Where them hoes headed at?
I’m 'bout to follow them bitches (let's go)
I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke
You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke
I’m a show you what it is not to be a window shopper
Mama you can have Fendi, mama you can have Prada
All you gotta do is break a nigga off proper
You could be with your man, I ain’t tryna stop ya
(Shine) — From my head down to my shoes
(Shine) — Skritin' on twenty-two's
(Shine) — Check my baby mamma
(Shine) — Whip Rovers, not Hondas
(Shine) — I’mma spend it 'til it’s gone
(Shine) — Don’t know when I’m coming home
(Shine) — Pop X and drank Cris'
(Shine) — My life is the shit
Baby named me, Fire Wayne, Ice and Change
You can catch me in an aqua range, squatting things
With them twenty-two inch chopper blades
Diamond face, diamond brace
More colors than the game Simon Says
Go, 'hind me
And mami on forty-fifth she told me «I'm a lez»
And she ain’t like too much of dick
But give the bombest head, and so I took it anyway
But bitch I got a Phantom, don’t need your pussy anyway
OK, let’s talk about this ice that I’m carryin'
All these karats like I’m a fucking vegetarian
Niggas play, I bury them, y’all already knowin'
I threw up my arm and bitches thought it started snowin'
See I’m a keep it going, Big Tymin, you heard’s me?
Dog I got cake like everyday my birthday
Wait, I don’t think they heard me
I say dog I got cake like everyday my birthday
(Shine) — From my head down to my shoes
(Shine) — Skritin' on twenty-two's
(Shine) — Check my baby mamma
(Shine) — Whip Rovers, not Hondas
(Shine) — I’mma spend it 'til it’s gone
(Shine) — Don’t know when I’m coming home
(Shine) — Pop X and drank Cris'
(Shine) — My life is the shit
I’mma Hot Boy, that’s name brand and top of the line
Ride fly daily, all year 'round I shine
Ain’t a nigga and they mama gonna stop me dog
Come through on dub-deuces, they jock me dog
Glock cocked for haters tryna block me dog
Catch 'em solo, they geezy, don’t shock me dog
Well get the fuck, slide on out the way
And let B.G.
ease down the shinin' linen
Let the diamonds and the jewelry light shit up
Each piece of jewelry I own, I ice it up
You don’t wanna put your vehicle next to us
Cause all of our vehicles, we dress 'em up
With television, Dreamcast, DVDs
Nice sounds, buttons, it’s twenties
I’m a Cash Money Hot, Big Tymer nigga
That’ll hold a pinky finger up and blind ya nigga
(Ewww!)
(Shine) — From my head down to my shoes
(Shine) — Skritin' on twenty-two's
(Shine) — Check my baby mamma
(Shine) — Whip Rovers, not Hondas
(Shine) — I’mma spend it 'til it’s gone
(Shine) — Don’t know when I’m coming home
(Shine) — Pop X and drank Cris'
(Shine) — My life is the shit
I’m a stunt 'til I die, so you better respect it
Cause whoever try testin' is gonna be resting
I’m a young millionaire, Hot Boy, Lil' Turk
Bling blinging everyday, plus I got work (bling)
Nigga like me stay in the cut twenty-four/seven
Steady stacking my ends on dubs, twenty-four/seven
Every car you wish you had, we got it, we got it
Bentleys, Hummers and Jags, big bodies, big bodies
Love to floss, no secret stunners
Niggas steady baller block, can’t take nothing from us
Young nigga, living a life surrounded by ice
Hoes be like, «Damn, them boys, they’re nothing nice»
They on fire, that must be them Hot Boys
You motherfucking right, you think this not girl?
Better think twice, get it right dog
Know you recognize, we got it on lock fall
(Shine) — From my head down to my shoes
(Shine) — Skritin' on twenty-two's
(Shine) — Check my baby mamma
(Shine) — Whip Rovers, not Hondas
(Shine) — I’mma spend it 'til it’s gone
(Shine) — Don’t know when I’m coming home
(Shine) — Pop X and drank Cris'
(Shine) — My life is the shit
(Shine) — From my head down to my shoes
(Shine) — Skritin' on twenty-two's
(Shine) — Check my baby mamma
(Shine) — Whip Rovers, not Hondas
(Shine) — I’mma spend it 'til it’s gone
(Shine) — Don’t know when I’m coming home
(Shine) — Pop X and drank Cris'
(Shine) — My life is the shit
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Huh uh (oh shit)
2001 — my life is the shit, know why?
(Lemme see that)
(Im gon' shiiiiii-neee)
I’m representing, I’mma spit it (bling)
As long as they make that shit — I’mma break that shit
Ya heard me?
It’s like that;
believe that
This year;
fuck it — I said it before and I meant it
I’m buying me a city
New Mannie, Louisiana — ya bitch yooou!