Why  why  why
 Why  why
 Cash Money  Rich Niggaz
 Look

 (Lil Wayne)
 Loud tights  big rims
 Nigga  that's my life
 As I pull up at the club  sorry that's my knife
 I know a lot of haters probably saying that that's not right
 Well  my diamonds so much bigger
 So  that's my life
 Gleam  gleam
 Now  only carry big face and you hear the ching  ching
 Now  you can ask your wife and she will say the same thing
 And your children be amazed when they see me on the big screen
 Ha, ha, ha
 I crack myself up
 I know I talk lot but I can back myself up
 Got a little house on the beach that's where I shack myself up
 You ain't really got more money than me
 Think about it
 Let's just say somebody gave me a check to think about it
 So I just bought a new Rollie and got to take a link up out it
 And even though ice is like a Prince concert that ain't crowded
 They see the Beam, and the truck, and the B-12
 And we was next
 Then that's when I pull up in the B-E-L
 Le-Le-Lex
 Ha

 (1st Chorus)
 I'm on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire
 Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
 We on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire
 Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

 (Juvenile)
 Juvenile I used to be
 R-E-T-A bound
 Now I be busting these bitches when I come around
 Acting like a nigga that ain't never had shit
 Look into my bed saying that's a mad hit
 I'll damned if these diamonds and golds ain't shining
 My Rollie ain't rinning
 My bank and climbing
 You looking at a multi-millionaire in the flesh
 Might don't have it now, but I just got me a check
 I can walk it like I talk it
 Play it how I say it
 Teach it like I preach it
 Now, put that in your head
 Nigga, Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand-ain't nothing
 Smoke a pound, pop the crystal and drink something
 Meet me in the casino
 Way in the back
 Using money like a motherfucker
 Still shooting crack
 Tomorrow I'll be back
 I got millionaire status
 We make so much money IRS be looking at us

 (Repeat 1st Chorus 1X)

 (Turk)
 I got more ends than Bonnie have in a factory
 I'm Lil Turk, I'm living large, got the baddest hoes after me
 Picture me, a young nigga bawling out of control
 Playing with millions, laying in condos
 Nigga I shine, shine through the fucking week
 The flyiest ride with crystal in the passenger seat
 Don't hate me, 'cause I'm a little bawler
 Got more weight than Angola
 Fucking your girl Carla
 Nigga I stunt,
 And I'm a stunt 'til I can't no more
 Chest lit up like the oaks
 From the diamonds I sport
 Yo, I can't be touched
 Don't think I'm too much, nigga I'm rich what the fuck
 Rolex crushed out with the bezel
 And all the foes that get close to me got to be on my schedule
 I got so much money
 I don't know what to do
 Buy isles and cars
 And break bread with my crew

 (2nd Chorus)
 I'm on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire
 Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
 We on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire
 Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
 B.G. on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire
 Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

 (Paparue)
 Uh, uh, uh
 Hear me
 It's like, monkey see, monkey do
 Rolling with the Cash Money Runners I stay true
 Cause when were running and climbing on the million-dollar scene
 Holding together, mo-de-ming, mo-de-ming
 When I bring out the rubber around the Hummer
 ??? Benz, or in the Lex Bubble
 When I start they said I had no fame
 Now all the girls just end up calling my name
 10 G's to ???
 Fax the contract to big Cash Money
 Cause you know this whole clique right with me
 They're right with me
 Sip-pe-di-dy
 Won't count the diamonds just around my neck
 X amount-a dollars on a bankroll check
 If you want to really come and sing with me
 Those that got me wicked, then I do some free
 For free