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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nelly
Lead Vocals
Ali
Vocals
Big Gipp
Vocals
Brandi Williams
Vocals
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Vocals
Paul Wall
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Slayton
Songwriter
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Songwriter
Cornell Haynes, Jr.
Songwriter
James Phillips
Songwriter
Beyoncé Knowles
Songwriter
Kelly Rowland
Songwriter
Michelle Williams
Songwriter
Garrett Hamler
Songwriter
Ali Kenyatta Jones
Songwriter
Cameron Gipp
Songwriter
Clifford Harris
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Rich Harrison
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Producer
John Horesco IV
Recording Engineer
Tadd Mingo
Assistant Recording Engineer
Phil Tan
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
LRoc
Co-Producer
Lyrics
Rob the jewelry store and tell 'em make me a grill
Uh
Uh
Add the whole top diamonds and the bottom row's gold (yo)
We about to start an epidemic with this one
Y'all know what this is (uh), So So Def (uh, uh, uh)
Got 30 down at the bottom, 30 mo' at the top
All invisible, set in little ice cube blocks
If I could call it a drink, call it a smile on the rocks
If I could call out a price, let's say I call out a lot
I got like platinum and white golds, traditional gold
I'm changin' grills err'day, like Jay change clothes
I might be grilled out nicely (oh), in my white tee (oh)
On South Beach (oh), in my wife beat
VVS studded, you can tell when they cut it
You see my grand mama hate it, but my lil' mama love it, 'cause when I
Open up ya mouth, your grill gleamin' (gleamin', say what?)
Eyes stay low from the chiefin' (chiefin')
I got a grill I call penny candy, you know what that mean?
It look like Now and Laters, gum drops, jelly beans
I wouldn't leave it for nothin', only a crazy man would
So, if you catch me in your city (uh, uh), somewhere out in your hood, just say
Smile for me, daddy (woo! What you lookin' at? C'mon)
Let me see your grill (let you see my what?)
Ya, ya grill (uh), ya, ya, ya grill
Rob the jewelry store and tell 'em make me a grill, she said
Smile for me, daddy (what you lookin' at? Uh)
I want to see your grill (you wanna see my what?)
Ya, ya grill (uh), ya, ya, ya grill
Add a whole top diamond and the bottom row's gold
What it do, baby? (Uh), it's the iceman, Paul Wall (yeah)
I got my mouth lookin' somethin' like a disco ball (yeah)
I got the diamonds and the ice, all hand set
I might cause a cold front if I take a deep breath (already)
My teeth gleamin', like I'm chewin' on aluminum foil
Smilin', showin' off my diamonds, sippin' on some potent oil
I put my money where my mouth is and bought a grill
20 carats, 30 stacks, let 'em know, I'm so fo' real (yeah)
My motivation is them 30 pointers, VVS
The frontage in my mouthpiece simply symbolize success (that's right)
I got the wrist wear and neck wear that's captivatin' (wut?)
But it's my smile that got these onlookers spectatin' (wow)
My mouthpiece simply certified a total package
Open up my mouth, and you see more carrots than a salad (c'mon, man)
My teeth are mind blowin' givin' everybody chills
Call me George Foreman (Joe), 'cause I'm sellin' everybody grills
Smile for me, daddy (woo! What you lookin' at? Uh)
Let me see ya grill (let me see my what?)
Ya, ya grill (uh), ya, ya, ya grill
Rob the jewelry store and tell 'em make me a grill, she said
Smile for me daddy (woo! What you lookin' at? Uh)
I want to see your grill (you wanna see my what?)
Ya, ya grill (uh), ya, ya, ya grill
Add a whole top diamonds and the bottom row's gold (kinfolk, c'mon)
Gipp got them yellows, got them purples, got them reds (hey)
Lights gon' head and make you woozy in ya head (hey, yeah)
You can catch me in my Too $hort drop
Mouth got colors like a Fruit Loop box (yuh)
It's what it do, in Lou', ice grill, Country Grammar
Where the hustlers move bricks and the gangsters bang hammers (bao)
Where I got 'em, you can spot 'em on the top, on the bottom
Got a bill in my mouth like I'm Hillary Rodham (woo-ooh!)
I ain't dissin' nobody, but let's bring it to the light (go cuz)
Gipp was the first with my mouth bright white (that's right)
Yeah, these hoes can't focus 'cause they eyesight blurry
Tippin' on some fours, you can see my mouth jewelry
I got four different sets, it's a fabulous thang
One white, one yellow, like Fabolous chain
And the other set is same, got my name in the mold
Add a whole top diamond and the bottom row's gold (c'mon)
Smile for me, daddy (woo! What you lookin' at? Uh)
Let me see ya grill (let me see my what?)
Ya, ya grill (uh), ya, ya, ya grill
Rob the jewelry store and tell 'em make me a grill, she said (ay)
Smile for me daddy (woo! What you lookin' at? Uh)
I want to see your grill (you wanna see my what?)
Ya, ya grill (uh), ya, ya, ya grill
Add a whole top diamonds and the bottom row's gold
Sing to me
Boy, how you'd get ya grill that way? (Huh?)
And how much did you pay?
Every time I see you, the first thing I wan' say, hey
Smile for me, daddy (woo! What you lookin' at? Uh)
Let me see ya grill (let me see my what? Hey)
Ya, ya grill (uh), ya, ya, ya grill
Rob the jewelry store and tell 'em make me a grill, she said (c'mon)
Smile for me daddy (woo! What you lookin' at? Uh)
I want to see your grill (you wanna see my what?)
Ya, ya grill (uh), ya, ya, ya grill
Add a whole top diamonds and the bottom row's gold (c'mon)
Writer(s): Tenitra Michelle Williams, Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Kelendria Trene Rowland, Dwayne Carter, Cornell Haynes, Paul Michael Slayton, James Elbert Phillips, Sean Garrett, Clifford J. Harris, Jermaine Dupri, Cameron F. Gipp, Rich Harrison, Ali K. Jones
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