(feat. Big Tymers)



[talking:]

Cook and cut, nigga

Ice believe it, playboy #1 Stunner nigga



[Baby:]

These niggaz got Atrice, fucked up

My shit came, but my package bust up

Whoever did it to me, they hiding out

I'ma kill him, if I find out

What I gotta lie about, I done been through it

We'll do it in a minute, CF-5 with the windows tinted

My whole wardrobe, Jabos and Reeboks tennis

Before it's over, all my people gon be up in it



[Juvenile:]

You might see me up in Popeye's, trying to get me some grub

You might see me bat this bitch up, cause she went to the club

You might see me following behind, C-Note on dubs

You might see me leading it, one of these hoes wan' fuck

I'm not a number one stunner, but I'm still in the race

Baby holding it down, I'm just pleading my case

I want's my position, nigga leave me some space

They gotta let me do this, cause I know what it takes



[Hook:]

Now if you rolling in the club, and you sitting on dubs

Let me hear you say (nah, nah)

You got that ice up on your wrist, and you know you the shit

Let me hear you say (nah, nah)

You scratching haters off your list, hollin' Screwed Up Click

Let me hear you say (nah, nah)



[C-Note:]

C-Note I know you loving my style, I'm like I'm child

And Juvenile, got these hoes running wild

Botany Boys/Hot Boys, we be nothing but soldiers

Putting it down from that Clover, all the way to that Nolia

Got these tats up on my arm, R.I.P. to that Gator

Two straps up in my palm, bust on all of you haters

Trying to put twenty karats, up around my throat

I'm trying to put living lavish, all up on my boat

Third Coast down South, we be living real lovely

Rolls Royce with that grill, got me looking real bubbly

And I just spent another mill, on my new-new home

Cause you looking at my rims, cause they two-two chrome

And them boys put they candy, on them S.U.V.'s

Full equipped Playstation, with the DVD's

And I just put plenty platinum, up on my Hummer

I roll around in Houston Texas, with the #1 Stunner the #1 Stunner



[Hook:]

If you the type of boy, that put the rocks in your grill

Let me hear you say (nah, nah)

If you the type of boy, that put the mansion on the hill

Let me hear you say (nah, nah)

Spent 300 on your cars, cause we ghetto stars

Let me hear you say (nah, nah)

Steady blowing on them gars, got the mansion with bars

Let me hear you say (nah, nah)



[C-Note:]

Now who feared by niggaz, and loved by broads

Love driving fast cars, playing with expensive toys

Acting bad haters mad, we in a Testerosa

Nigga shine like them diamonds, on the Botany poster

Homie best to get your roll on, like Baby and Fresh

Haters wanna try to test, they catch three to they flesh

Cause we bling-blinging, and got the glock five sing-singing

My bank account X amount, got me ching-chinging

It's gonna take you plenty years, to pefect my style

I been doing this for years, I protect my child

Ask Baby and Juvenile, mayn they know what's up

I keep them Roley's iced up, filled with princess cuts



[talking:]

How you love that nigga, another platinum hit

Know I'm saying, Screwed Up Click we in this bitch thick

You know Mr. Lucky Luchiano, Juvenile

Nigga Baby the #1 Stunner, in your face nigga

Big Shots/Cash Money, better realized you harmonized nigga