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[BG]Niggas be hatin'Cause BG got itEvery top of the line car they gotLook I ride it>From the Hummer to the RoverTo the drop jagB and C lex truck Nothin' my click ain't hadEverybody head was fucked When they heard bout the dealCash Money hotboys climbed for 30-millAlready was straight now we livin largerAlready was ballin now we ballin harder??? bitches can't take me Cause my wrist stay flossed outNiggas hate me cause all day i'm flossed outGhetto made me My dog, Baby, saved meNiggas find out they hoe got fucked, ??That's how it goIt ain't my fault I got mega cheese Walk that walk Talk that talk i'm BGPaperchaser to the fullest get my grind onGotta do it cause I made that song Get Yo' Shine On[Chorus 3x]Me and my click be sizzlin hot steaminBouncin' through diamonds high beamin'[Wayne]WhaI'ma flosser baby, baller baby A fifteen year old shot caller babyAnd I'm racin through In the all black chrome A Mercedes CoupeGot yo' wife at my house And she naked tooAnd all my niggas all around Sayin 'Shake it Boo, go ahead to what you do'It's Weezy dog and off the heezy dogAnd I'm surrounded by the iceIt got me freezin' dog And it's plain and simple Won't change 'cause it's natural Lil' Wayne a pimp y'allGot the game from BeatrisI'm tryin to see six numbersPull up at the Grammy awards in six Hummers Leave the Grammy awards with six womensAnd make a stop at the gas station for six rubbersPut it togetherThis is the life when you get full of the cheddar Don't try to end it or you would'nt get better, what[Chorus 4x][Wayne]La, la, la, laHere I come star rapperI get the fast moneyShort, cute hot boy that rapper Cash MoneyStandin out the roof of my car And flash hundredsTake your girl to the mallSpend a G like that's nothinShe lay on the floor Open up the spot Take off her drawsLet me see the cuntDon't stop Lil' WeezyWe's ain't nothin nice But gats in my Jesus Christ Nothin but ice When they see me at night Behind ?? I stay highSnatch yo' wife Run up in her with the K-YBut it's on manEver since I was born WayneNigga get out of line I get dirty like John WayneI'm bout stuntin', flossin'Whatever come wit itAnd I don't shoot gunsUnless they have a drum wit itAt first they wasn't wit it Thought that I was jokinNow I got 'em all payin attention like they owe it[Chorus]more