I know everyone out there gon' hafta love this one, ya heard that?

 [Verse 1]
 Now, who the fuck cars for days
 Crazy hoes and momos with the 20 inch blaze
 Picture me and the missus driving Expeditious
 The backstabbin' friends  blowin' kisses
 Chrome-struck bitches, wood grain wenches
 Leather seats, la la la, anything else itches
 I done done it, the Bubble IGS 300
 Anything else around here, playboy I run it
 Bought the black Yukon, new Storm, microwave with futons
 She not white, unh unh, she Cub-an
 Karats on my fingers, fuckin' R&B singers
 1998 Lexus, dickslangers
 Nuts-hang-us from South American
 Don Perrion, Mil cousin, move on
 Can you top-uh
 Nigga with a Calico to helicopter
 Move, shake, shove that
 Ask yourself nigga, "How you luv that?"

 [Chorus]
 How you luv that? 20 cars on chrome, nigga
 How you luv that? 20 shows in the dome, nigga
 How you luv that? 20 hot girls to bone, nigga
 How you luv that? BRRTTT! 20 Primeco phones 2x

 [Verse 2]
 Nigga, how you gon' tell me that shit ain't changed
 When niggas used to play curls now the playin' braids
 And In my crib I got an elevator fuckin' with these hoes heads
 With alligator pillows cases in my bed
 I gotta scream, "Cheese-y" so bad
 Playboy, I had to get approval from the city and the motherfuckin' feds
 I said fuck these white folks 'til I'm dead
 Cause I'ma ball 'til I fall and spend 20 G's at the mall
 Now playboy, you can tell me how you luv that
 I bought my son a rolex with diamonds embezzle
 When 9 months, a Cash Money medallion with 20 diamonds in each letter, son
 So peep this, nigga
 I got a million dollars worth of cars all on chrome, can you compete with
 this?
 That's beautiful, these 6 ties with that Range Rover
 Earrings costing 15 G's with T.V.'s
 Nigga, I'm trying to put a screen on the hood of the Humvee
 With my face on top, nigga, can you see me?
 I got so much money, I'll never do time
 I'll play them white bitches like they play me at all times
 I got 20 G's to put on they leather seat
 Or for all the coke chargin', 3-time felon on one rap sheet
 What the fuck I look like? Choppin' tree and pickin' cotton
 When I should be fuckin' hoes and money clockin'
 I'ma Big Tymer, ask Lac, you can believe that
 Playboy, nigga, tell me how you luv that?

 [Chorus]

 [Juvenile]
 Baby, what you mean that Juvenile ain't bout matin'?
 You besta get yo' mind right and go ahead with that hea-din'
 What? You must think these diamonds ain't real or sumpin, huh?
 All of this shinin' gon' get me killed for nothin' huh?
 Nigga, fuck that, I'ma ball 'til I fall from Carolton by the lake to General
 Digaul
 So baby, buy me Cristal, shiny jewel
 Hit the caddilac, 2 wheel with 20 inches
 Rolex with diamond bezzles, 20 G cel
 My floor shinin' from mar-ble, cross-connect
 In my position, we make nothin' but G's
 If you rich, then you belong got CMB
 Don't hate us nigga, cause we beatiful, nigga please
 You think I'm stun'n now, just wait 'til I come back with them keys
 Niggas fear this, they hate, but they don't come near this
 I done wrote a song about the bitches, you wanna hear this?
 They say Juvenile, you motherfucker, you off the heesy
 I got these hoes pussy poppin' tell they cheesy and greasy
 Can you see me in that Bubble I, how you luv that?
 Can you see me in that BMW-ah, how you luv that?

 [Chorus the Lil' Wayne talks til end