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PERFORMING ARTISTS
B.G.
B.G.
Vocals
Big Tymers
Big Tymers
Vocals
Birdman
Birdman
Vocals
Juvenile
Juvenile
Vocals
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Vocals
Turk
Turk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Christopher Dorsey
Christopher Dorsey
Songwriter
Byron Thomas
Byron Thomas
Songwriter
Tab Virgil Jr.
Tab Virgil Jr.
Songwriter
Terius Gray
Terius Gray
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mannie Fresh
Mannie Fresh
Producer

Lyrics

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Oh, oh, oh Nigga, I got these hoes iced up enough While my lil' BG's on the bus puttin' out cigarette butts But me, personally, playboy, I don't give a fuck And I'm always show love to my cut Hit the club, light the bitch up The Cash Money motto is to drink 'til we throw up (throw up) Nigga, point the ho out, guaranteed I can fuck Woadie, 'cause I'm tattooed and balled up (balled up) Medallion iced up, Rolex bezelled up and my pinky ring is platinum plus Earrings be trillion cut and my grill be slugged up My heart filled with anger, 'cause nigga, I don't give a fuck Stack my cheese up, 'cause one day I'ma give this street life up Beef, I don't discuss A nigga outta line gon' get his motherfuckin' head bust Cash Money Millionaires plus Don't touch somethin', nigga, you can't fuck Twenty inches with TVs is a must By the year 2000, I'ma gut out my bus A lil' nigga seventeen playin' with six figures Got so much ice, you can skate on a nigga When you see Cash Money, you know we stay flossin' Catch ya girl down bad, ya know we straight tossin' I ain't seen a clique yet that can stunt like mine I ain't seen a Maro that can run like mine 1999, and it's our turn to shine Fifty or better on our wrist and they all blind Pourin' vodka 'til I die, drank 'til I faint 'Til a nigga tell me I need another drank My nigga, Baby told me, work, nigga, trick to them hoes Nigga, Baby told me work, nigga, it's better than treatin' your nose I'm the freak of the clique, keep it on the tuck So I creep on a bitch and I play raw Never sleep with a bitch, keep it real with my niggas Never weak for a bitch, never weak for a bitch, nigga Bling bling, every time I come around your city Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride Bling bling, Lorenzo's on Yokohama tires Bling bling, every time I come around your city Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride Bling bling, Lorenzo's on Yokohama tires It's the nigga with the Lex bubble Candy-coated helicopter with the leather cover (what?) If you suckin', not fuckin', take off the rubber (what?) Then toss that bitch, nigga, 'cause I don't love her Balla, Manny bought a private plane Then turned around and sold that bitch to Juve and Wayne They put thirty-inch Lorenzo's on that thing, man I know you niggas out there just don't understand I'm a 1999 driver, I'm a uptown Third Ward, Magnolia T.C. rider Ol' ignorant ass always stuntin' Big ballin' ass nigga, you can see him when he comin' Booted up, diamond up, golds be shinnin' up Motherfuckas be blindin' us Niggas at the second line be sayin', I'll be damned Up in, they best fits sayin', "Juvie got me again" Bling bling, every time I come around your city Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride Bling bling, Lorenzo's on Yokohama tires Bling bling, every time I come around your city Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride Bling bling, Lorenzo's on Yokohama tires, bling bling I be that nigga with the ice on me If it cost less than twenty, it don't look right on me I stay flossed out all through the week My money long, if you don't know, I'm the B.G I be fuckin' niggas' bitches all in they home Niggas be like, "Look at that Benz on all that chrome" Diamonds worn by everybody that's in my clique Man, I got the price of a mansion 'round my neck and wrist My nigga Baby gettin' a special built machine A Mercedes-Benz 700 V14 I know you niggas can't believe that I can't wait to see you haters' face when you see that Man, look at that Niggas wear shades just to stand on side of me Hoes say take that chain off, boy, you're blindin' me All day, my phone ringin', brring, brring, brring Can see my earrings from a mile, bling bling Bling bling, every time I come around your city Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride Bling bling, Lorenzo's on Yokohama tires Bling bling, every time I come around your city Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride Bling bling, Lorenzo's on Yokohama tires Bling bling, every time I come around your city Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride Bling bling, Lorenzo's on Yokohama tires Bling bling, ah, bling bling, ah Bling bling, ah, bling bling, what? Bling bling, what? Bling bling, what? Bling bling, what? Bling Lil Weezy, Big Tymers, Juvenile B.G, Lil Turk You heard me? You heard me? Tell me what kinda nigga got diamonds that'll (bling) blind ya? Tell me what kinda nigga got diamonds that'll (bling) blind ya? Tell me what kinda nigga got diamonds that'll (bling) blind ya? Tell me what kinda nigga got diamonds that'll (bling) blind ya? Bling bling, nigga Haha, Cash Money, 1999 and forever, ya heard me?
Writer(s): Terius Gray, Byron O. Thomas, Bryan Williams, Christopher Noel Dorsey, Tab Virgil Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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