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[Chorus: Manny Fresh (2x)]If you could be me for an hourHave Money and PowerStand tall and ball and send your records to TowerYou Would love that (Hot, Hot)You Would love that (Hot, Hot)[Baby:]Nugga ge yo shit togetherTell the homeboys, we gone shine in the rainy weatherStrap up we gon' ride tonightCause all I wan' do is play with hoes tonightAnd my Rollies with my bezzel speak through the iceLet my Jag drop top speak through the gold head lightsMan, I'm on an all night flightWorth about a millie on a silly nightOn the really,I'm worth about a hundred millie on a rainy nightPlayboy and my game be tightI wanna holla at my little brother L, he restin' in peaceMy daddy Johnny, playa he restin' in peaceOr my momma Gladys or my sister NoreeseMan half of my family already deceasedBut this baller life don't mean nothin' to mePlaya if I can't share it with my muthafuckin' familyI'ma roll with my heat and ride with my H.B.'sAnd make all my hoes say the love meFitted hats, stayin' strap, Ree's on my feetAsk 'Lac playboy if you don't believe meYou better stay straped rollin' in the UPTBesides all these cars and all these broadsHolla at me playa thangs for 10 a kiPlayboy you could believe me[Chorus: Manny Fresh (2x)][Manny Fresh:]It was one summer night in the middle of JuneMe and Belle blowin' blunts up under the moonWhen this nigga croos the street start talkin' shitTellin' all his jive niggas that my music don't hitSee I payed it no matterEvery album gets hotter, than the last one partnerWhat's ya real reason nigga, for hatin' me manCause the bitch that ya wit', was datin' me manYou bout hoe shitKeep it on the down low shitHoe broke and lonely don't know shitUsually Captain Kirk a bitchI'll rough a bitch'Til she say, "I had enough shit"I know ya bumpin' Cash Money, ya like Manny tracksGot ya Sony CD pumped up to the maxYou should be on Jerry Springer, 'cause nigga you the king ofHatin' on niggaz that's keepin' it realBig Tymers had money before the record dealUh, If fuckin' music don't work nigga then I still got the wheelsHmm, How you diggin' thatHow you diggin' thatHow you diggin' that[Chorus: Manny Fresh (4x)][Baby:]I owe my dedication to my homeboy MannyCause I'd probably still be in a penitentieryOr still sellin' yey on these dark city streetsOr duckin' these haters tryin' to visit meOr the feds, want me to face 4 to 40 for conspiracyPlayboy this life is real to meI'm rollin' Uptown wit' automatic artilleryAll I can say s Fresh kept it real wit' meBut I know my lil B.G. could feel meThat's why I'm hollin' Chopper City in my song niggaAnd you wearin' earings with bezzels 'cause I bought 'em niggaBut you the reason why I keep it real with niggazJuvenile came and formed this Hot Boy CliqueAnd Lil Weezy I know you planted the seedAnd when it come I know you gon' name it after meI owe it all to the Lord and to Suga Slim for savin' meFrom these guns, round the whiteAnd puttin' that ron on another nigga sonAnd tellin' me that I can be all gravyAnd tellin' me that I could save this nigga babyAnd if you don't believe me playa I put it on that 99 big body BenzAnd the Lord and My friends cause Cash Money out to winPlayboy you could believe thatHow You Luv That BoyHah Nigga, How You Luv That PlayaTell Me nigga, How You Luv That PlayaHah Nigga, How You Luv That PlayaIt's all gravy babyNigga been havin' shit niggaRidin' flossin' before we did all this shit niggaMillion dollar homes niggaEverybody in my clique ride on chrome niggaI don't make nah nigga wait for shitOnce we want it we gon' get that shitPlayboy you could believe thatmore