(feat. Bun B, Lil' Flip)

		

		[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]

-Uh, Lil' Flip

I'm hoppin' out in a fendi suit

I got DVD's in my bentley coupe

I got hoes that's 22

they buy me clothes and tennis shoes

I'm so throwed when it come to hoes

before I get they phone number they come outta they clothes

I might take 'em to Papa Deaux's

but only if she a proper hoe

I gotta lac (what kind), a cadillac escalade

I'm wearin' jordans (which ones), very first ones made

I gotta watch (what kind), iced out cartier

I gotta rolley but that's somethin' that I hardly wear

I'm Lil' Flip, the coldest freestyle ever

Since day one I was programmed to get this cheddar



[Chorus]

Who you drive? Platinum cars

Who you pull? Platinum stars

Who you write? Platinum bars

Platinum teeth, inside yo jaws

Diamond gon' rock my platinum wrist

Platinum toilet to take a ish

Gold is gold, and platinum is happenin'

so whodi watch this



[Chamillionaire]

-Yeah, ay, it's Koopa

Gotta green back, stack in my palm

I come in Yukon black with alarm

Ice on the arm and a platinum charm

And you prolly had a thought about jackin' it nah

Of course you didn't nigga the force is hittin'

behind the throwback I show that the boys is trippin'

? sky hit a force and lift him

Top on the drop yeah of course it's missin'

Don't want her man to know

that I'ma hit when I'm finished I'ma hand the hoe

Back to her man before, he even have to know

A weddin' ring ain't somethin' I'ma hand the hoe

Do money grow on trees? nigga the answers no

I treat g's like seeds get a grand to grow

Car lookin' like a zoo in a candy store

Alligator on the floor with a candy door

Can't stand me no, cuz I'm havin' dough

I keep a tune on me just like a mechanic flow

You ain't gettin' paper what you up in the game fa'?

Gettin' paper now couldn't be a complainer

Trunk lift up at a acute angle

Isoceles triangle pokin' outta my swangers

Chain cost me 10 g's

Independent no label could pimp me

So it really ain't a thing you could get free

Unless you tryna get them chains off of Pimp C

We, jammin UGK you see the jewlrey ay!

Cover ya eyes it'll blind like a U.T. Ray

Stay throwed in the game, holdin' the grain (yeah)

Ice and the white gold in my chain

Raisin' the trunk and showin' my bang

Hoes on the swangs while the doors color change

Nah I won't let the change go to my brain

Respect better be somethin' you hope in the game

You gon' mess around and get choked with ya chain

Flip, Bun and Chamillion in control in the game



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[Bun B]

-U (Under), G (Ground), K (Kings)

Bitch I'm the King of the underground

and the pope of Port Arthur

Keep that fire heat on ya street

and a meat in your daughter

Got no love for a hater, got no hate for a lover

Just distrubute my pollution, keepin' weight undercover

My brother, now we back up on the block again

I got them rocks again, and the blocks again

until' the cops come in

but see the better bring the SWAT my friend

Because I promise that we not runnin'

Nigga we gon' be here all day

posted in this hallway

Keep them cluckers comin' in cuz we serve 'em all yay

Them nickles and dimes and quarters

That pop of the rock you a boughta

But ? we oughta, nigga we turnin' ya projects into the Carter

Got automatic starters, for they automatics choppers

And the Texas boy a automatic to break you off somethin' proper

I knock off a bopper, break down a bird and bust me a flow

I'm down with the Pimp and the Prince

from now forever you don't like it you must be a hoe so



[Chorus]