How U Luv That

i'm tha one that keeps on callin
Ballin ballin for me
No time for big ones
Ballin shot callin
Callin callin for me

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[b.g.]
Baby gangsta got an a.k.
With 50 shots for that ass
We play it raw on v.l.
If you lame you can't last
No hesitation in my ??? is to blast
Any false move will leave a nigga on their back
Wodie i'm young but strictly bout my cash
Fuck petty check i want it in thousand dollar stash
I'm a nigga that's on the grind for six figures
I'm a chilla but bring me out my back i'm always splita
You kill me it really don't matter to lil b.geezy
It's cool whoa i'm waitin' to see my nigga l.teezy
No bullshittin' i fuck bitches by the pack
Hoes be wishin' to watch t.v's in the expedition
Me and lil wayne keep it real like we supposed to
It's a few niggas carros (???) that i get close to
Any other i put a slug above their shoulder
It ain't no secret i represent uptown soldiers

[lil wayne]

Now i be gettin' down and dirty from the u.p.t.
Nigga try to test bless his soul he rest in peace
You mess with me and you will see how messy it be
Lil wayne hat tipped dickies fall to my feet
I done went a lot of places
The same nigga that be jumpin' out some cases
Yes i pull up in my compresser (mmm-hmm)
You seen me earlier in the lexus
That's how we do it
What, got something against me and my cash money brothers
Yeah i thought but nigga know that i'm a young head buster
I come to tear this mother...don't say that
I keep it real like a mamasita don't play that
What's happenin' shipa (???)
Hot boy gangsta rap writer
I write your crew when you spit but my beats tighter
My nigga fresh come with tracks that'll move you
He hit you with the *erre-check-erre-check* one-two
(ha ha)
Now wait what where my guns at
Where all my niggas who ready to bust back
Now check this look:
I don't think you niggas ripped ever what i can bring
20 or 30 bullets close range to your frame
This h-o-t-b-o-y-u-p-t be where i'm found
*inhales* smoke on a pound and come to tear your
Neighborhood down
Look here neggey you think you really ready?
No, i hit make 'em sick like a *choghs* bad cold
Lil doogey and i ride the 4 by 4 shh
Nigga i'm too fast you can't slow my roll what

[mannie fresh]

Whoa kemosabe, big ballin is my hobby
2 bitches in the room 2 bitches in the lobby
Baby what!? tear this motherfucker up
You don't want it in your mouth put it in your butt
Breathe it up like town
I represent down
7 ward nigga with a mean-mug frown
Knock a bitch out, then wake a bitch up
Then knock a bitch out again
Y'all pick the bitch up
I ask a bitch like mia
How the fuck you gonna see a
Bad ass mad ass captain bitch beater (mmmm)
What's the difference between me and your pipes
Please, 20 g's you dick suckin' morphodites
I got the brand new car the downtown superstar
Saint bernard to deville nigga you know who i are
Project pecker, scatter site wrecker
Comin' out your 'bauds hoes y'all wait a second
How the fuck you gonna kill this
These bitches love the willist (realist)
Ask your pa who the man (mannie in old man's voice)
I ain't gonna lie, he the realist

[lil wayne]

Y'all niggas ain't ready for us
Get your guns up
We come and tear it up (what)
Y'all niggas ain't ready for us
Get your guns up
We come and tear it up (what)
These niggas ain't ready for us (huh)
Y'all niggas ain't ready for us (what)
These niggas ain't ready for us
6 figures hot boys cash money brothers (uh-uh)
These niggas ain't ready for us (what)
These niggas ain't ready for us
We come to (what)
Put your guns up
We come to (what)
Tear this mother up (huh)

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[Baby]
Now I'm feeling good and fine
Smokin green and drinkin wine
Ten thousand dollars at the bar (all on baby)
I guess that makes me a super-duper star
Drinkin ripple and tangarae
A brand new drink I call it bri-barae

[Chorus]
My life is beautiful
(Livin that good life)
It's just beautiful
(Livin that good life) [2x]

[Baby]
Take me baby to the motel
When we're finished you can go tell
Teresa, Lisa, and Dawn
How we got butt-naked and got it on
How I split ya, hit ya and brung ya home
Stole ya chains and rings and herenbone

[Chorus]

[Hook]
Dont hate me baby cause I'm beautiful
These flashy cars aint new to y'all [2x]

[Spoken : Baby]
How you love that 1998
Thats Big Tymer style
There's a lot of these niggas baller blockin
Standin in the way
Cause I'm gone shine
All the time
How you love that (yeah)
On the bass
Funky Fingaz can I get a woday
On the keys just woday (woday)
Just woday (woday)
Big woday (woday)
Take it to the bridge take it to the bridge

[Bridge]
Just rollerskate rollerskate
Dont player hate player hate [2x]

[Chorus]

[Spoken : Baby]
This here is platinum material
Just light, light-weight track
How you love that
It's gorgeous out here
I'm a neighborhood superstar
I'd rather be young rich and local
Than nationwide and broke bro
All the time (all the time)
All the time
Y'all can say what you want about me
I got this man
Drinks is on me
Everybody order something, drinks on me
Everything on me (moet, moet)
I love myself
I love myself, I love myself
Shouts out to the whole city
The broads alright but the niggas pretty

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[B.G.]
Me the B.G., and Baby my fuckin rounds
Two livin legend paper chasers from uptown
Bout money and bitches, puttin haters in ditches
We roll in trucks like Hummers and Expeditions
Our relationship like Moses and Jesus
Ask one of our hoes, ain't no comin between us
Two black young kingpins, that's how they treat us
Steaks and fettucini is what they feed us
Nigga ridin shinin, me and my nigga be sippin
the finest wine and spendin G's, makin trips
back and forth to Texas, we flyin; tryin to make a mill' y'all
Cause we roll with the motto, "Ball til we fall"
Fuck wit B, you bringin B.G. all the way out there
Fuck wit me G you bringin Baby all the way out there
Since ninety-two ninety-three our love been there
We never spend to a pussy, Cash Money niggaz share
I'm a Big Tymer, that's a fact
Suga Slim just signed a, million dollar contract
Lil' (?) Capone thuggin quick to bust yo' head
Watch your tone in that mansion is where we lay our head at
We play high gold floss rocks and drive drop-tops
Way I bust it look like Suge and 'Pac

[Lil Wayne]
Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G
Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs
Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run
Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million

[Baby]
Like J. and 'Face, like Russ and Run
Baby and B.G. comin through like assault rifle machine guns
Worth more money than these niggaz could wonder
You better thank quick nigga we hit blocks like thunder
Comin through a dark tunnel a black on black Hummer
It ain't no secret we showed our ass last summer
We both got three or fo' bitches we bank at first
Embassy playboy to hide our riches
Me and this young nigga we tighter than stitches
He the motherfuckin rapper and I'm the game spitter
And if you you fuck wit him
I'll clear my bank account on one of you bitches
And I'll put that on my Ma and my Pa and they both restin in peace
It ain't nuttin in this industry gon' fuck
wit Baby and little B.G., wit Mannie Fresh beats
Wit Suga Slim's brains behind all this heat
and my Hot Boyz strapped ridin right beside me
Nigga I'll bet a million dolars to yo' light bill
I'll bet my Rolex wit my bezel nigga to yo' cable bill
It ain't nuttin in this industry could fuck wit Cash Money
cause we keep it real nigga, believe that

[Lil Wayne]
Now what? Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G
Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs
Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run
Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million, what?

[B.G.]
I got love for my nigga Baby
He heard I rapped, came on VL and saved me
Now we ballin, livin swell it's gravy
Cause I'm gettin my shine on, don't you hate me?
B.G. and Baby, livin good pah
We just determined to hustle and get out the hood dog
Fuck wit me and my boy, I wish you would dog
We ridin dirty and I'll put that on the hood dog

[Baby]
Now what make these hoes thank that I ain't rich?
What make these niggaz think the diamonds on my Rolex ain't the shit?
My brotha Prime taught me how to wear two Rolexes at one time
Nigga I'm gon' shine til I die
Me and this nigga been together since he was twelve
Hangin out at club, Rolexes daybreak watchin my beeper ring bells
Now I knew this young nigga would end up swell
I used my mind to keep him writin rhymes
cause I knew he'a be major at one time
Now I done rolled in the flyest cars
It ain't no secret that B.G.'s a Cash Money superstar

[Lil Wayne]
Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G
Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs
Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run
Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million
Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G
Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs
Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run
Nigga Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million, ha?

[Baby]
Ain't nuttin could fuck wit us playboy
We take it how you want it, that's the issue nigga
We clockin it's all gravy
If it ain't about that money we ain't havin seein no bitches
We doin what we got to do, we clockin G's
Lil' Antoine, my lil' potnah from Tennessee
It's all gravy playboy, how you luv that nigga?
We clockin playboy, if you don't like it that's the issue nigga
Get it how you live playboy
How you luv that nigga?
If it don't make money it don't make sense nigga
I wear two watches on my wrist, at fifty G's a piece
How's that look nigga? That's a hundred
I done put two hundred G's on my grill
My dog Fresh bout to redo his shit
Nigga we just gon' have gold and hoes
How you luv that playboy?
Drankin Crystal, poppin bottles
Niggaz ain't drankin Tanqu-zay no more
Niggaz wearin rangs cost twenty G's
Niggaz earrings cost 'em twenty G's
Niggaz's rims cost 'em ten G's
Nigga homes costin two mill-ion
Nigga hoes gettin furs, nigga hoes gettin gators
Niggaz just.. dumpin playa haters
It ain't no thang boy, how you luv that nigga?
Believe that boy (man I love yo' momma)

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Juvenile:
Aw, man
Man i sho' need this one here man
It's gon' be so huge
I know everyone out there gon' luv this one ya heard me

Manny fresh:
Now, who the fuck got cars for days
Crazy hoes and momo's with the 20 inch blades
Me and the misses, drivin' expeditions
The back stabbin' friends (smooch) blowin' kisses
Chrome struck bitches, wood grain witches
Leather seats, la la look, anything else itches
I don' done it, the bubble-eyed gs 300
Anything else around me playboy i run it
Bought the black yukon in houston, a microwave, a fouton
She not white, uh uh, she cuban
Karats on my fingers
Fuckin' r&b singers
1998 lexus, dick slangers
Nuts hangers, from south americon
Don peringion
Me a peasant, move on
Can you top a, nigga with a candy coated helicopter
Move, shake, shove that
Ask yourself nigga how you luv that

Chorus: lil wayne (2x)
How you luv that
20 cars on chrome
Nigga, how you luv that
20 show in the dome
Nigga, how you luv that
20 hot girls to bone
Nigga, how you luv that
Brrrr, 20 primeco phones

Baby:
Nigga how you gon' tell me that shit ain't changed
When nigga used to play curls now they playin' braids
And in my crib i got a elevator fuckin' with these hoes heads
With alligator pillow cases in my bed
I got a screen tv so big
Playboy i had to get aproval from the city and the muthafuckin' feds
I say fuck these white folks 'til i'm dead
Cause i'm gon' ball 'til i fall and spend 20 g's at the mall
And playboy you could tell me how you luv that
I bought my son a rolex with diamonds and bezzel at nine months
And a cash money medallion with 20 diamonds in each letter son
So peeps this, nigga a got i million dollars worth of cars all on chrome can
You compete wit' this, that's beautiful
These six tires with that range rover
Ear rings costin' 15 g's, wit' tv's
Nigga i'm tryin' to put a screen on the hood of the humvee
And put my face on top nigga can you see me
I got so much money i'll never do time
I play them white bitches like they play me at all times
I got 20 g's to put on they leather seat
But, for open court charges three time felony on one rap sheet
What the fuck i look like choppin' trees and pickin' cotton
When i shoot, fuckin' hoes and money clockin'
I'm a big tymer ask 'lac you could believe that
Play boy nigga tell me how you luv that

Chorus: lil wayne (2x)

Juvenile:
Baby what you mean that juvenile ain't bout matin'
Best get yo' mind right and go head with that hatin'
What, you must think that these diamonds ain't real or somthin', ha
All of this shoutin' gon' get me killed for nothin', ha
Nigga fuck that i'm gon' ball 'til i fall
>from calton by the levy, to general degaul
So baby pop the crystille, and shine the jewels
Give your cadillac a tool, with 20 inch l's
Rolex with diamond bezzels with 20 g cells
My floor shinin' from marble from across the canal
In my position we make nothin but g's
Your jewelery say you belong to cmb
Don't hit us cause we beautiful niggaz please
You think i'm stuntin' know just wait 'til i come back with them ki's
Niggaz fear this, they hate but they don't come near this
I don' wrote a song bout these bitches you wanna hear this
They say, "juvenile you muthafucka you off the heezy"
I got these hoes pussy poppin' tell lil keezy and breezy
Can't you see me in that bubble-eye, how you luv that
Can't you see me in that bmw-ah, how you luv that

Chorus: lil wayne (2x)

Wha, how you luv that
Wha, how you luv that
Wha, how you luv that
Wha, how you luv that
Wha, how you luv that
Nigga, how you luv that
Wha wha, brrr, how you luv that
Ha ha, big tymers
Diamonds that'll *bling* blind ya
Ha ha, big tymers
Better act like ya know

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[Lil' Wayne]
What, what what, what, huh
Huh, huh, Big Tymers, huh
Better act like you know it
I be comin wit' it
And you saw Wayne from a distance in the Expedition
I'm on chrome, 20 inches you know who I be
Oh yes, you know me
4 feet, millionaire, that's H-O-T
Whoa-ty, slow down, you might be a hater
Slippin' 'tal in your drawers, Hot Boy
Get up, Cardion, lobster regular
And you can call me on my cell-ular, what?
Celebrate and pop the Don P
Beep, that's me that drop the funk beat, uh uh
Me and Lil' Travis stun'n hard off 'less my daddy grab it
I got a Roley on my wrist with 10 karats
And I'ma shine but I'm still bout blastin', huh?
Nigga rollin' short about paper
Bedroom, 2nd floor, in the 'vator
I'm a superstar (star), money makin' pimp
Up in the double R (R), just me and Slim
I'm getting cheesed by the milk stackin' cake, boy
Cash Money, how you luv that, playboy (playboy)?

Don't hate me, baby cause I'm beautiful [3x]
How you luv that, playboy?

[Verse 2]
We go lights, action, camera
We here to hammer ya
Go ask Pamela or your baby momma Lil' Tamera
Feel like a samurai or Zorro
Rich niggas don't borrow
Cut a check or wait til the bank open tomorrow
Look at ya sorrow, ends gotta meet, kids gotta eat
While we make a meal, rhymin' in and out of beat
Am I to see shit? Don't even look for it, it's way off
Concerts sellin' out like Chicago Bulls playoffs
So stay off the ground cause it's dangerous, whoa-ty
Too many riches, these bitches don't, won't hang with us, whoa-ty
It's a gang of us, whoa-ty
You see one everywhere you go, ain't no thang with us, whoa-ty
You get it either it show
We go to the bank so much, bitch, we got a bedroom
With hoes countin' money and giving niggas head, room
So when you hear the leg boom, bitch you better get somewhere
Somebody gettin' hit somewhere, butt on the run, startin' shit somewhere,
playboy

[Chorus]
Don't hate me, baby cause I'm beautiful
These flashy cars ain't new to y'all
Don't hate me, baby cause I'm beauiful
These flasy cars ain't new to y'all, playboy

[Verse 3]
I got these niggas takling about this black-on-black Hummer
I scored that last summer
But this year playboy, I'm gonna stretch that motherfucker
I bought a Yukon for my main bitch with my newborn
Pictures of other ol' ladies suckin' on my dick
While you be loving the stupid bitch
Now I guess I been playing with about 10 million and something
These hoes been giving me they pussy like it ain't nothing
Going to the club with 10 G's and a bar tab that's all on Baby
Lettin' these hoes and niggas drank for free
Playgirl but you gotta understand one thang, that shit all on Cash Money
Well here's another case, where this hoe sprayed Mace in my face
Cause I wouldnt give this hoe no plate
Tellin' me I think my shit dont stank cause I got a Benz, a Hummer, a Lexus
And a penthouse that say "Hoe Hater"
With tatoos with number one stunner
With billionaire on my left arm, and millionaire on my right arm
Bitches be lovin' this gold grill, homey
I spent 20 G's on my earrings, homey
Nigga, I aiin't met a nigga who could drop a beat like Fresh
And I ain't met a nigga that could out shine me
See I gotta clip that called pussy-go getters
Now playboy, these hoes be lovin' these Cash Money niggas

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[b.g.]
Me the b.g. and baby my fuckin runner
Two livin legends, paper chasers from uptown
About money and bitches, puttin haters in ditches
We roll in trucks like hummers and expiditions
Our relationship like moses and jesus
Ask one of our hoes, ain't no coming between us
Two black young heathens, that's how they treat us
Steaks and fettucini is what they feed us
Nigga ridin shinin, me and my nigga be sippin the finest winw
Spendin g's, making hitz back and forth, we flyin
Tryin to make a mil y'all
Cuz we roll with the motto, "ball til we fall"
Fuck wit b you bringin b.g. all the way out there
Fuck wit me you bringin baby all the way out there
Since '92, '93 our love been there
We never stand to a pussy, cash money, nigga stare
I'm a big tymer, that's a fact
Suga slim just signed a, me and him a contract
? capone thugin quick they bust yo head, watch that tone
In that mansion is where we lay our head at
We play high, go floss, roxin and drive drop tops
Way i bust it like suge and 'pac

[chorus]{ baby }
Like suge and pac
Like puff and b.i.g
Baby and b.g. tryin to clock six figs
Like face and jay
Like russ and run
Baby and b.g. tryin to clock a million

[b.g.]
Like jay and face
Like russ and run
Baby and b.g. comin thru like a sound right from machine gunz
Worth more money than these niggaz could wonder
You better think quick nigga we hit blocks like thunder
Comin thru a dark tunnel of black on black hummers
It ain't no secret we showed our ass last summer
We both got 3 or 4 bitches we bang at first
And we see play boy to hide our riches
Me and this young nigga we title the snitches
He the muthafuckin rapper and i'm the game stealer
And if you you fuck wit him
I'll clear my bank account on one of you bitches
And i'll put that on my ma and my pa and they both restin in peace
It ain't nuttin in this industry gon fuck
Wit baby and b.g. wit manny fresh's beats
Wit suga slim's brains behind all this heat and my hot boyz strapped riding
Right beside me, nigga i'll bet a million dolars to yo life there
I'll bet my rolex wit my bezzle nigga to yo cable bill
It ain't nuttin in this industry could fuck wit cash money
Cause we keep it real
Nigga believe that

[baby]
Now what
[chorus]{ baby }
Like suge and pac
Like puff and b.i.g
Baby and b.g. tryin to clock six figs
Like face and jay
Like russ and run
Baby and b.g. tryin to clock a million

[b.g.]
I got love for my nigga baby
He heard i rap came on va and seen me
Now we ballin, livin swell it's gravy
Cause i'm gettin my shine on don't you hate me?
B.g. and baby, livin good for,
We just determined to hustle and get out the hood dog
Fuck wit me and my boy, i wish you would dog
We ridin dirty and i'll put that on the hood dog

[manny fresh]
Now what make these hoes thank that i ain't rich
What make these niggaz think that diamonds on my rolex ain't the shit
My brotha prmie taught me how to wear 2 rolexes at one time
Nigga i'm gon shine till i die
Me and this nigga been togetha since he was 12
I knew this young nigga would end up swell
I lose my mind and kept him writin rhymes
Cause i knew he's be major at one time
Now i done rolled in the flyest cars
It aint no secret that baby, b.g. and me are superstars

[chorus]{ baby }x 2
Like suge and pac
Like puff and b.i.g
Baby and b.g. tryin to clock six figs
Like face and jay
Like russ and run
Nigga baby and b.g. tryin to clock a million

Manny talkin till music ends

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